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As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

“You tried. And you failed. Everything good in me—everything human—survived despite you.” He paused then. And for a flicker of a second, I saw something shift in his face. Regret? Doubt? It passed too quickly to be sure. “Maybe,” he admitted quietly. “But the others—they weren’t so lucky.” I stepped closer. “The others. The girls on that list.” He nodded, eyes tired. “Most are gone. Terminated by the program or lost to their conditioning. But one—Subject Eight—she survived.” My stomach twisted.

Julian, I am sorry if I was not able to keep my promise to stay by your side till we're old and gray. My love, please do not blame yourself, or please do not hold a grudge against anyone, though I am sure that you are not gonna do that. But my love, please remember that I did this decision to protect you, my dear. My love, may you always remember that I may not be able to stay with you physically I will always stay beside you. I will protect you even here in the afterlife.

Leon stood up and walked towards the bar so he could be close. "How's she? Did she wake up? Is she fine? Say something!" Leon snapped while grabbing the bar in his fists tightly. His heart was racing like a marathon at the verge of bursting out of his chest. "She woke up in the morning." Came the calm and controlled voice of James Dawson. "She woke up." He breathed as a smile broke on his lips. "She woke up..." He repeated as a sigh of content washed through his form. She's alive. "She's fine." James said calmly while keenly looking at drastic changing expressions on Leon's face.

*Katrina * When I arrived home I headed straight for my bed. I was too tired to shower all I could do was just remove my shoes and my pants. I was still slightly drained of energy. When I finally woke up I looked around the field and all the tall grass that I saw before was now gone. I walked back slowly to the tree line because I didn't have any energy but Shiva helped me along the way, letting me use some of her power to walk. Once I got back to the tree line I sat down and opened my backpack and started to eat because it made my stomach feel a little better. When I was done I looked at myself seeing that my clothes had burned in some spots . I ignored it and walked slowly back to the car

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

"Were you the one who changed the name of the game? The system did say that everyone had administrative rights before it was revoked." "You knew from the start that it wasn't going to be a plant apocalypse, didn't you? That's why you tricked us into choosing the wrong safehouses and skills!" "How are you still alive when you don't have any food or resources? You must be cheating!" Someone tagged the system and exclaimed, "I want to report Molly for cheating! I want to choose a new safehouse and skill!" I calmly replied to two of the messages. "The skill that I chose is reverse photosynthesis. I can survive as long as there are water particles in the air. I don't need food or water.

I knew, if I stopped, that man would kill me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. Because if I did they would hear me and they would find me. My lungs felt as if it was on fire, dried tears that stained my cheeks itched like a nasty bug bite.The freezing winter wind stung my skin as I ran though the intimidating arbor. At that moment, I felt helpless, I felt hopeless, but still I had to run to survive. When the agony was becoming unbearable, I bought one of my hand to my mouth and bit down on it, so that the pain transfers to my hand.

So far, he has succeeded. But now that he was presented with the question itself, David was stumped. His goal was to survive and slaying the unbelievably powerful Draco was a part of it. In fact, if David manages to successfully kill the Draco, his goal of surviving would become easier. And if David could prevent other superspecies from appearing, he would never have to fear for his life. Killing the Draco, something David would have never imagined if not for Elizabeth would render the goal of surviving moot. Their lives would be so much easier if the Draco would be dead.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …