To Be Taught If Fortunate Novels & Stories

“I do not know your Fortune, but the hardships are not of his making.” “So honest and innocent,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. “You do not know how rare that is. Fortune is not a person, child. It is the whim of chance and fate, not something that can be predicted or guarded against.” Hunter struggled with her words, her compassion. Did she pity him? Make light of him? He was not used to such attention and wondered what direction it took. It made him fretful, like an itch he could not scratch.

In fact, I saw him as an opportunity—an unexpected variable that had landed at my doorstep. As the silence lingered, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety building within me. Doubts began to creep into my mind. What if he dismissed my offer outright? What if he saw through my carefully constructed words and deemed them unworthy of his attention? I pushed those thoughts aside, reminding myself of the old adage: "Fortune favors the bold."

“Just sling it over here and rest it against a tree,” I told and informed them I would only put it in if someone else was available, and I bowed in appreciation to the man who delivered the chalkboard I would use in class. My heart was pumping as I was thinking about what I was about to teach. I only hope my memory isn’t rusty enough to provide them with precise details. Teaching kids the things I wish to teach them does not necessitate the use of a professional. I’ll merely teach them to read and then educate them about the opportunities available to them if they graduate.

“You are a little too close to our age.” “I see that. I really want to teach middle school, but this was the opening they had.” Gabe said. “I plan on moving to a new school when I get the chance.” “So in the meantime, you have been fighting off your crazy ex and that guy?” Bree asked as he helped her in the car.

“The secret was the only thing that made it complicated. Now, we just have reality. We have the logistics, yes—the papers, the bank accounts, the new clothes we need to buy because you own nothing but a borrowed t-shirt—” “I should probably look into getting a toothbrush,” I interjected dryly. “That’s about the extent of my material needs right now.” He smiled, a genuine flash of amusement. “We will get you the best toothbrush in the city, Killian. And then we will get you a passport. And then we will sit down with Leo and we will decide where in this vast, complicated world you want to build your new life. Do you want to teach? Write? Study something entirely new? You have the luxury of sta

I’m in perfect health. It’s just not enough to compare to them. “I’ve always been a little sickly,” I say, and the smile I give her is practiced to perfection “I’m afraid I cannot replicate your teachings perfectly, but I would like to learn what I can. Would that be possible?” Ms. Milford nods “Of course, Your Ladyship. I’ve been tasked to teach you to the best of my ability.” “I would like that.” I say, and my own bright voice reaches me from far away “Would that be all for today?”

I grinned as well. "At least you got ahead of you than mine." He uttered, faking a smile, surprising me, but I didn't feel like pushing the next question. I feel like a lump is stuck in my throat. "I'm sorry." The only thing left on the tip of my tongue. "You don't have to, Izzy!" He immediately replied. I just stared at him. How I wish I had met you sooner. Then we are not here cheering on our misfortune, but that's what life is. We can't just walk in this world heads up high without battling inside ourselves. Every success has a misfortune. Every misfortune is a lesson learned to survive. Every survival is a beautiful beginning.

"But I wanted to say it out loud first." I look at him for a long moment. "Write it down," I say. "And add: choosing is not the same as arriving. Choosing is what you do every day after you arrive." He writes it. He closes the notebook. "Good luck today," he says. "Though I do not think you need it." "Why not?" I say. "Because luck is for uncertain outcomes," he says. "This is not uncertain." He goes.

It felt as if a heavy cloud had dispersed, revealing a bright and promising sky. Her heart raced, and she could hardly contain the excitement bubbling within her. She could almost hear the echoes of her team's hard work and perseverance, their late nights and endless brainstorming sessions finally paying off. This was a turning point, a moment she had longed for and fought hard to reach. With a voice that danced with enthusiasm, she replied, “I’ll do that right away.” Each word was infused with optimism, a commitment to seize this opportunity and prove that they were more than capable of rising to the occasion.

he asks me, then glances at the other two to include them in his question. “Yeah. You? What are your flatmates like?” He nods. “Yeah, they seem like good guys. I’ve only got one class with one of them, though.” I nod. “Maybe we could all have dinner together tonight in comms and I can introduce you to them?” he says. I grin. “That sounds nice.” Just then the door opens and the lecturer enters. “Good morning, everyone. Welcome to intro to business economics.” And I’m lost to the lesson after that, concentrating on the coursework.