I Make My Own Rules Novels & Stories

Only the rules will be changed. *****

When I am not dumb " I muttered to myself Fourth rule, you're not allowed to watch TV Fifth rule, you're to feed Chim(his dog) four times daily "What?? I yelled "you must be kidding me, your dog get to eat four times in a day and 'I' Mina just two times " I said not believing this is happening "And note this, he is allergic to anything made of powder " he said but I only rolled my eyes Sixth rule, stealing, lying, cursing, shouting, yelling is prohibited I hissed as I read the last part

“And you must follow them all blindly, as is my Luna right.” “I want to make up the next rule!” Alvin shouts, setting us off on a new conversational bender that turns into a game where each of us makes up a rule in turn that everyone has to follow. We’re almost collapsed in laughter a few hours later, tied up in knots between Ian’s rule that everyone has to talk like a monster and Alvin’s that everyone has to sing their sentences to the tune of their favorite pop song.

No rules. Just us.

"Stop acting as if you didn't make that fucking rule!" "I did!" I refused to deny that I didn't make the rules. It was all because of how humans acted in the past. Their greed made them suffered and if Lorena sees me as a bad person then I wouldn't care about that. "If you are not going to abide by my rules then I'll have then sent you back to the auction house!"

If you need to talk to someone you can talk to us or we can get you, someone, to talk to Rule 6- If you go somewhere tell one of us and take someone with you Rule 7- No going into the basement or the third floor... Got it?" I give him a 'are you serious' look and started talking "Ok rule 1 I respect people who respect me, Rule 2 and 3 have no problem with, Rule 4 it's my life and If I want a boyfriend I will have one not saying that I'm ready for one but if I am then it's none of your business,

Maya whispered, “We’re screwed.” Professor Richards barked, “Miss Adeniran. One more sound and you’re out.” Maya mimed zipping her lips. I sighed, picked up my pen, and started writing. Ninety minutes. Just ninety minutes. If I survived this, I’d probably pass out in the hallway. The ninety minutes crawled, but I forced myself to focus. Rule 403. Case law. Hearsay exceptions. I wrote like my hand was on fire. For once, even Maya was quiet. Her head bent over the paper, pen moving fast.

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

“Why do you need to follow that manual of yours anyway? It’s not like your life depends on it.” “Of course yeah! I survived middle school with the help of that. And I’m going to survive high school too if I didn’t break those rules.” “Yeah, your rules. You made it, so that also means that you can break it someday.” “If I want to, but I don’t. Why don’t you make your own rules? Like ‘rule number one, mind your own business rule.’ Am I right?” I sarcastically laughed before throwing away the popsicle stick on the garbage can.

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.