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She said pointing her mike at me. "Uh yes, I am. I wanted to do something different from the regular parties we have." I told her confidently. "That's great, now this school is officially tied with the top private school in the neighbourhood. Everyone is saying that this school has improved a lot with academic and athletic students. Anybody here has stood out for you?" She said to me. "Yes, Tristan Simmons is a great basketballer here any college will be lucky to have him," I told her. "Wow okay, so you guys have the next Koby on your hands? She asked.

Sheldon looked at Kayson, “I am here to talk about The Tetrad.” Kayson got up from his seat. “Hello. I am the deputy team leader of The Tetrad.” Sheldon nodded. “The Tetrad is indeed popular. Mr. Yarde, I have reviewed your resume and realized there is very little information about you. I would like to know more about you. Which university did you graduate from? What did you major in? How familiar are you with the construction industry?” Kayson smiled and replied, “I have never had any formal education.” Kayson had not even gone to high school! All his knowledge came from his mentor and tutor.

Yuda only glanced at him before turning to face Joey who showed a face without sin. "You know me, right?" Joey grinned at Yuda's question. "Yes, I am Yuda Reid Wiltson, Raisa's boy. From now on, if I see you hurt her, you will know the consequences!" "Eh, Dho, your friend is amnesiac. This is not the school, right?" Said Joey, glancing at Ridho who was standing near the second table from between them. "Starting from today, I go to school here. You can hear that!" Yuda grabbed Joey by the collar, "I like to fight!" he continued, pushing Joey hard.

he said. “Eat,” Mom replied calmly. He sighed dramatically and started eating anyway. I watched him for a moment. Twenty one years old. About to walk into Hawthorne University of Technology for his first day. The same boy who used to take apart broken radios in Eldoria just to figure out how they worked. The same boy who once built a functioning charging port out of scraps because we couldn’t afford a replacement. And now… This. “Are you nervous?” I asked. “No.” “Leo.”

On a final note, without my reply, they turned and left in a flourish. I was still speechless. My hands balled up in fists. I knew they didn't love me, but I didn't expect them to disown me like that. I had to resist the urge to barge right up to them and give them a slap in the face. I was still financially reliant on them, especially my education. Which included private drilling sessions at home that cost a bomb. That was the reason I could do well in school, and keep my image as a bad boy at the same time. It was so that girls will be able to hand over their money to me, without a single moment of hesitation.

"You fucking miss me. Arrogant fool!" He chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose. Hesitantly he said, "Come on, I haven't seen you in months. What do you think?" Noah was your typical all-American teen in high school. Popular and full of confidence, he was the other star athlete of the school. He was every high school girl’s dream, and I had him. He still got his drip after High school except he wasn't popular anymore. He dreamed of going to college and climbing the corporate ladder after and owning the world. Unfortunately, he never got into college.

“he’s the boy from the Anchorage family” Worried, he asked maser Rodulf, this boy knows a bot of taekwondo. Your son is....” before he finished the words Rodulf glanced at him staring with a cold eyes. As the school principal, Edgar had memorized every student details. He knew that Jay was a trouble maker since he was young. He had been involved in countless fight. On the top of that he started learning taekwondo three years ago and was currently a third degree black belt. Joshua chance of winning him was slim.

That set probably cost 15 thousand dollars. Sydney thought he came to her because he had nowhere to go. However, now she knew why. “If you’re in trouble, then go to your brother.” “I’m not in trouble!” Jayden gave her a look and then lowered his voice again. “The coach for the national basketball team will be coming to my school on Saturday to recruit people to their camp for training. Those who pass their tryout would be able to join the team, but they want to talk to the parents...”

But being stuck in the middle of dozens of people who discriminated against and despised me, for an entire night, wasn't exactly my idea of fun. — You will be with me and Matheus the whole time. No one will dare to mess with you — she insisted. — If people in this city already look at me with a bad face inside the school, when they're sober, imagine what they'll do when they're drunk and at a party. — We'll take care of you. Matheus is a beginner boxer. He'll beat up anyone who messes with us. — I don't want to cause any discomfort, spoil your fun.

“That’s okay too. But adults have to make adult decisions sometimes and it’s not okay to act out at them. You need to talk to someone about how you feel.” “I know. Pop Pop said the same. We’re going fishing later, maybe camping. If that’s okay with you, Mom? I’ll get extra chores done.” “You don’t need to do extra, Bobby. You are always okay to go with Pop Pop. It will be good for you both.” Bobby glances toward the field, then back at me. “There is something cool happening at school. They told us about this contractor mentorship program yesterday.” His face lights up. “It’s legit, Mom. Like, real hands-on training with actual builders. Not just reading about it. Like I did in Brussels.”