《Tea-Thricea : Anathema》 1. Prolog + Chapter 1 : Cursed First Book of Trilogy Tea-Thrice-A. Following RENadya TIAra the youngest of Three Chaotic Sister (Family in all but blood), and a member of 45th city Highchool badass first generation. Personality : Egoist, Prideful, Apathetic, Clumsy, Opportunist, Greedy, Mischiveous, Protective, Teritorial, (a bit of kleptomaniac), Na?ve, too trusting, Gentle, Very Laid back, Stubborn, Loyal , Weak to praises, Smartass, Idealist, Believer of Fate. Feature : Short, Plump, Brown skinned, Pixie like dark black hair, Using square glasses. Black charcoal eyes. Always using informal clothes in day off (the favorites is t-shirt, jacket / hoodie, and Jeans) , and only using patterned dress shirt, and pair of differents color of one formal kind of slacks to formal day. Social Link : Step Father (deceased), Step Mother (Too Nice+ Invisible+ Religious), Step Dad (Workaholic+religious), Step Brother (Leader of Vigilante thugs), Grandpa (Deceased), Grandma (Hyperactive granny), Step-Uncles and Aunties (Out of Town), and Cousins (All Genious and Famous). Acquintaces (enough to care, but not one to thrust). (Born Family). Part Time Job : Designer, Bussiness Woman, Private Tutor, and Writer. High school student grade 1st at Local Highschool in the border of city. taking school because it is free from her mother and Grandma nagging and propose her amusement at playing with her teacher and schoolmate. Proud at whatever she did, and had a very ''ill'' but not so harmless habbit. Warning for dirty languange, Bad translation, and bit of violence here and there. *** Chapter 1 : Cursed *** I wonder if bad luck is also fate? Or it was a karma from my horride deeds at my past live? For someone like me who yearn for a peace life, that was utterly impossible. I who also hope for life in rainbow induced world, being with my big family, with much of fluffy little animal to pet contently, and Happily ever after.... Yet in Reality, Almost everyday, one way or another I will ended up tangled in trouble. And not every time I can get away unscathed. Well, it¡¯s not like I denied that few time it was come from my own fault but still¡­ Live is so Unfair¡­.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. *** I¡¯m usually called Ren, by my closest people, and Tia for My ¡®acquintance¡¯. This maybe look like two faced, but that¡¯s the way my live have been for me. But I can admit that my appearance is somewhat specific. Spesifically ugly of course. With tanned, short (barely 150 cm), pudgy body Teenage Girl, and the twig like hair that¡¯s so easy to fall out (that¡¯s way I always keep it cut pixie like short style). I¡¯m one of kind that run away if someone ask my photo. It¡¯s not that I care about my looks, but the whisper here and there is quite troublesome, and I do feel bad to make (sometime) a beautiful scenery become tainted with my presence, aside that I also dislike when it stem into a real problem later on. Another clich¨¦ things in my life, is bully. Since I¡¯m kindergarden, Attracting those kind of people who like to find some smugness for themselves by ridiculing other people that seemed like to have major sign of insecurities like magnet, look like to be my trait too. Like my Adorable little brother pointed many time over, that I am infact, is a real walking, and living bait. Not that I¡¯m upset about it, tough. I find those ¡®big meanie¡¯ is quite amusing if I just stare them in the eyes with blank look, tilting my head to a side and sent a do-not-understand ¡®fake¡¯ Innocent look, then walking away leaving them with humming tune cheerfully or Help them randomly with my own volition leaving them spultered with hurting pride and confusion. And sometime I fake called teacher and act like something in trouble and scaring the bullies a bit with my innocent act. It¡¯s can be said that I indeed inherited a bit of mischievous trait from My Mom. And honestly said, my act skill really need an award. But, sometime, when the tension escalated quickly, and The Group of bullies who get pissed off, that usually consist at least 4 people to ten people. When things got like this, it¡¯s not even funny anymore. What a shame. The place this kind of accident usually is school bathroom¡¯s, if the bullies girls who demanded cat fight, and School¡¯s empty class or hall or even school¡¯s warehouse if the bullies is group of boys whose demanded my respect or want me to be their errant girl or something. Let¡¯s this said that there¡¯s a reason why I really love my wooden fan, and little butterfly knife that I hid in my jacket everytime, and take it to everywhere. In the End, The girls will ended up crying with bruised face and battered body, and The Boys will ended up with swollen head, black eyes, tear in their cloths, or sometime cuts, here and there. They all later on growing fear for the ¡®smiling she-devil¡¯ or something. Well not that I care, as I can always avoided being called by the principal with the help of the Majority teachers that support me, as I¡¯m just a sweet shy smarty teacher pet in their eyes. (how poor them). Sometime if those ex-bullies look at me with frightened gaze, I¡¯ll approached them instead, and help them in study (not like I do their homework, but more like I explain in very slow and considerate with giving them example that they might found in daily live) or listen to their trouble and giving free advice from my outlook because I¡¯m not one to hold grudges against people that ¡®wrong¡¯ing me even though the one that beaten them is me, and later on Slowly, I unexpectedly gained what the manga call a henchman¡¯s. then not much later, another school teenage ¡®thugs¡¯ heard about this. They fought and tried to destroy my beloved school (and source for my amusement) down. I, who was extremely NOT amused by that act, goes hunting those who is responsible with the help of schoolmates that declare themselves as my ¡® henchman¡¯ to beat them all to pulp. Those irresponsible thugs then cried to their brother or sister that actually an older version of thugs on their middle school, or highschool. and the Gang war happened. Fu*k my life. Chapter 2 : Of Brother and Grandmas call *** Chapter 2 : Of Brother and Grandma Call *** I¡¯m not one to be proud of my social links. Beside my big family at the side, no one ¡®befriend¡¯ this little old me, except those that already devoted to my cause. And I absolutely DO NOT include them at ¡®friend¡¯ list. I mean from those books and movies, a friend is someone that equal to you right? Those that have your back, and in return you have their back. Not someone who look at you with sparkling eyes, Cling to you as and heard closely ANYTHING that you said as if your words is better than even the most charismatic man alive¡¯s words. But, with those helpless guys, its more like something to take care of you know? Like if I deter a little bit, then they will lose their foundation and then lost their way. It make me a little bit flattered (that I¡¯ve been needed THAT much with those silly little troublemakers), but also very worried about their own future. It¡¯s not that it will effect me or anything, but thinking that those silly subordinates of mine¡¯s family, they will be upset if their child ended up as a brute thugs at such a young age. I also realise that someone like them will be looked down upon as they don¡¯t have a very conniving cover as I did. And as much as I hate to say that my own people¡¯s are all idiot is a very polite words to them, and yes¡­ they were worse than that¡­ But, as my little brother take his path at my old middle school steadily and give off a confidences feel, with neatly appearance, charismatic and regal vibe around him, also a darkest glare that either filled with indifferent, amusement, or pure irritation wrapped in his still childlike face that look so squishible. Even if I think whoever dare to even THINK about pinching his cheeks will be hated by him (except me, of course) And Mysteriously, All of the younger generation of my subordinate, look like having a sudden starstruck while gazing at my upcoming brother with longing look, as if they¡¯re looking at a famous Actor come from the Movies straight to reality.. Me, and Brother fortunately have a same taste at what amuse us, even if he was a lot temperamental than me. Mom always said that we¡¯re a side of the same coin afterall¡­Did I also always using face like that? I¡¯m immediately looking for nearby mirror and found that even if I do have the same expression as my little bro did, but the Immediate effect between the cuteness of his face compared to mine, is¡­ unfortunately earth shatteringly different¡­ Like he was some kind of Little Dark Prince of Hell or worse, the ultimate capture target at Otome Game. Than me who is like some cannon fodder villainess, damn that¡¯s low blow for my delicate pride.... And here I thought I¡¯ve more appeal that he who just fresh come out of primary school. *** In few last days of my day before graduation, and the Aftermath of the infamous known as THE ¡®Holy Gang War of Erme I¡¯, even if I don¡¯t get why a gang war being called holy. That was just ridiculous, but my brother not just laugh it off, but also bragged that even an idiot sister like me could winning such a clash easily, that I replied with a too strong pat on his back (this little bro of mine really need to learn if he wanted to praise or insult a person separately).Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. Even if also burdened by thought of national final exam. AND tutoring and Hammering Mathematics and Psychic formula¡¯s, Social and Historic knowledge, Local and Foreign language to All of my Airheaded subordinates memory, as a payment their hardwork at repelling outsiders attack. Why I ended up as a student and not a teacher, is beyond my imagination, or not. When I somehow managed to make those silly subordinates of mine scoring C and above, within those very limited time after the war ended. After all of that trouble I got through, I get a sudden headache, screwed up at mathematics because lost of consciousness for 15 minutes at exam due exhaustion, but at least I can secure my A+ at the other subject. Mom and Dad fortunately chill with my sudden screw up, and not questioning it further. As I and my little brother make a deal that our dealing with ¡®the Dark Side¡¯ to be keep a secret from our parents as the advantage will overpower the losses, because even if those silly henchman is a handful group, but still, their act sometime still make us amused than our boring ¡® day life¡¯ and give us quite boon like free snacks or something. Me and My brother grin at each other at the thought. Afterall, the same advanced thoughtful persons thinks a like. But it is also nice having a break from any accident once in a while. ¡®This few days, it¡¯s quite peaceful¡¯ a small smile come up to my face remembering the last week days. *** It was another supposed normal night of me, when mom suddenly call me to the dining room. I¡¯m just sipping my water calmly, when my mom ended her phone call. ¡°Your grandma call, ren. Pack your clothes, you¡¯ll continued your study in Soera city. The Inter-city Bus will take off in one hour , so get going daughter.¡± To that sudden order, I spluttered, and splashed out my water in surprise. ¡°One hour?! Mom!¡± The little devil that I call brother popped his head behind the door, then run and hugged me suddenly. ¡°I¡¯ll miss you so much dear sister o mine! Please take care the old bone that was our nefarious Grandma, okay? Wish you luck!¡± he said with evil smile plestered in his tiny face, looking too happy that I might not tailing all of his activity without his consent anymore. ¡°I¡¯ll Gladly took care of Toys you leave behind, don¡¯t worry I will treasure them all!¡± A cold sweat pour down my back. Patting my little brother silky hair, I eased my awkward smile and pale face, before looking him in the eyes with steeled determination. ¡°Be strong to protect and uphold justice in my place, and always be safe and keep your moral as much as you can, no matter how fickle they¡¯re. remember that little man?!¡± The young leader nodded his little head enthusiastically, and giving me a warm smile. I know there¡¯s a reason why my instinct screamed to me for corrupting such a young runt like him with power rangers, superheroes, movies. I hope the seeding piece of justice principle might help my subordinates from their fated demise in the iron fist and Tyrannical leader that was my little ( but now taller than me) brother. ¡°Then I¡¯m off, bro¡± I said started walking to my room to gather my supplies. I wonder if my subordinates really lost their way if I¡¯m out of town already, or they will pursue me? Ah, no matter. My little brother will sweeped their ass, and disciplining them good enough, Father and I are good Coach and Teacher afterall. I¡¯m not someone who rebelling if it not drive me to a corner, or bring obvious disadvantage like losing my freedom or something, And I doesn¡¯t have a heart to refuse Grandma order too, in a way. She was just that domineering and endearing. I just hope I could be a little luckier there and maybe start a new life¡­ *** side story : being anti-hero look more cool *** Side Story : Being anti-hero looks more cool *** My name is Riz, a second child of a loving mom and dad, a proudful son of father, And a brother to a very nerve wracking girl that I call big sis. God help me, how in the world I¡¯m related to her, but I do respect her so called ¡®instinct¡¯. I know something was amiss when she suddenly ask me to marathon watching all movies about tight costumes ¡®heroes¡¯ and ¡®rangers¡¯. At first I¡¯m indeed hooked, but with the times passed by, I find that all of ¡®heroes¡¯ have the same plot, the same bright colors, utterly devastating positive way of thinking. And I stemped those movies as boring, but still pretending like I enjoyed such a thing while busied myself with playing with my mini - truck. But, that was not much long from that time that I find that I¡¯m also not Normal. When I first I entered primary school, I always though of how childish and pathetic this crowd of cry baby compared to me. When I passed to second grade at primary school, some jerks trying to pissed me off as I¡¯m the most skinny in the class. Unfortunately, I¡¯m never one to backing off, if someone seeking fights to me. I¡¯ve been Kicking, Punching, and headbutted them with natural ease, and So Easy, So much weak compared to me. When I finally realized that,.. all of the jerks that surrounded me already lost consciousness. I feel so lost, and empty, as if the thrill of fight I had before drained in much rapid speed. In the End, Mom was called to the Principal¡¯s office, with the jerk¡¯s and their mother¡¯s trying to bully my mom. But, somehow mom can turn the tides of conversation to her favours in a calm tedious pace and making the mother of the jerk¡¯s Apologize for their misbehaving childrens. That was the first time I found respect to mom that always look so meek, so fragile, too much mushy ¨C mushy feeling compared to Father or Big sis. But the worst of it all, after we come home, I realized that, I DO enjoy beating people up. And I do not feel any remorse at all. I look at my dirty hands that have hurting the others with blank look. all the movies that my big sis have, replayed in my mind. That was the first time, I feeling doubtful and loathing at my own existence¡­ Am I really a villain? *** It was at my third grade that my sis finally graduated from primary school, that time both father and Mom have still on their office till night. It¡¯s been few weeks that Big Sis keep pestering me about my sudden withdrawal from our Saturday movies marathon. When I finally snapped, uncounciously I throw a plastic chair near to me at her, a glass flower vas, and before I realize, my sister already drove me out of home. I¡¯m banging the door and screaming in fit of rage. While I can feel that she sat behind the door. When I¡¯m calmed down. A feeling of horror grasp my heart. ¡®what did I do?¡¯ I retracted my hand and stop banging the door, tears suddenly pour down before my eyes. ¡®this was so unfair¡¯This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Why I did all of this, I¡¯m not as stupid as those jerks, but why I¡¯m¡­ to my own family¡­ I¡¯m backing off, a tremble in my body that before shaking with rage, now rendered to shiver and hiccupping . fastly I¡¯m walking away to run away out of this home, out of this garden, out of those place my family have been smiling happily and have fun together at our day off¡­ a deep seethed hate bloomed in my heart¡­. ¡­..Guilty¡­.. ¡­..Guilty¡­.. ¡­..Guilty¡­.. Before I could run off past the gates. There¡¯s a sound creaking a door that being opened, a familiar bigger figure run after me, and suddenly hugged me from behind. I¡¯m struggle to got out of the embrace, but a patch of blood stained skin at her hand come to my attention. ¡®Is that because of me?¡¯ ¡°It¡¯s okay, little bro¡­Big sis is here, right¡­you¡¯re okay, everything is fine¡± she said with calm voice unlike the voice that mom used the mother of the jerks. It was void, it was not judging me, it¡¯s not accuse me. Even if its all my fault, when all those wound is a result from my own carelessness. ¡°You wanted to know my secret?¡± she whisper softly while petting my hair her unhurt hand, when I stopped struggling. ¡°I¡¯ve snapped much like you, and much often than you think, you know¡­¡± She smiled knowingly at me , who staring her with wide eyes. ¡°You must get frustrated a lot, Riz. It is fine you¡¯re still so young, you have a lot of time to learn restrain and justice, you know? It¡¯s not that weird, you¡¯re not a freak.. you¡¯re just so much badasses and a real prodigy, you know that right?¡± she said with a real flat tone with blank eyes, before giggling madly. ¡°Okay, I wouldn¡¯t tell about our fight to mom and father. But you still have to paid half of total sum money to replace what you¡¯re destroying before! You also need to learn about responsibility afterall! Do you understand, little bro?¡± she said again, back with her playful tone. I look at her not believing her statement, then feel very tired suddenly. Sighing with resignation, I look at her in the eyes. ¡°I do, big sis¡± I replied before peeked at her injure hand. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I don¡¯t know what came over me.. i¡­¡± ¡°Hussh¡± Big sis said warningly. ¡°Promise me with Pinky promise that you would never disclosed or retelling what I will teach you later, and whatever happened before¡± she said with determined eyes while extended her pinky finger. A flush come to my face at the childish gestures. ¡°I¡¯m not a kid anymore, Big Sis! Don¡¯t treat me like that!¡± I stubbornly refused. ¡°Even if you say it like that, someone who betraying a pinky promise will all die from embarrasement you know. So quickly promise me that!¡± ¡°Uuhh.. okay, I, Riz. Pinky Promised my Big Sis to never tell, write, or whatever it mean to other people about what she will taught me and whatever that happened before¡± I said gloomily offered her my pinky finger. ¡° You Happy now?¡± And a hand pinching my cheek, making me protested, hurt, hurt, hurt. Even it is not hurting my body as much its hurting my pride. ¡°But even if Riz indded grow up into a fine adult, youre still IS and ALWAYS be My Baby Brother! So stop pouting, lil bro, it¡¯s making you much cuter than before!¡± Big sis exclaimed with joyful laugh. Her laugh suddenly becoming strained. ¡°Uh, Oh¡­ I¡¯m suddenly feeling dizzy, lol. Blood loss?¡± she murmured while let me go off her embrace before she stepback and sit on top of garden¡¯s gras. Panicked at sudden remainder, at the still injured big sis¡­I I don¡¯t know either mad that she prioritizing me before her self, or laugh at why she could say lol in time like this¡­but..one thing that certain is¡­ ¡°Big sis, You Idiot!!¡± *** It was at rainy season at my third grade, that I first look at an anime that Big sis give to me with interest. It¡¯s about some Death game, a VR game that the Male Character not one to straight head on to saving the innocences, and selfish like me. But even so¡­ He never give up and caring about whatever anyone think or talk about him, and still giving choices to his companion to leave him, or stay still with him to be scorned by the world...and destroy whoever stand in the path to freedom that was a real world without leaving out his morals¡­ ¡°This kind of character is¡­¡± I murmured. ¡°Oh, it was kind of popular kind of character you know, rather than the usual type of main character, the pessimist and Pragmatism, also given the light to become the center of story.. it¡¯s called an Anti-Hero, afterall. A complete opposite, but still quite cool, isn¡¯t it?¡± Big sis drawled with knowing smile. ¡°Anti-hero, huh¡­.that was¡­.¡± a honest smile graced my face. {Suited me just fine, isn¡¯t it?} *** Chapter 3 : The City Of the Nights *** Chapter 3 : The City of the Nights *** I¡¯ve heard of Soera city, from few of my subordinates that like to traveling their way around the islands of nation, and a bit peeked at the internet. This town, is the second most crowded and advanced after the Heart throb of nation, THE Central city. My Grandma, and my long distanced Great Grandfamily lived in the old part of the city, not in the center area that claimed as silver ring area. As much as I wanted to wandering and seek it at my own, but I need to reporting at grandma¡¯s first. God help me if that woman, or all of my family is way too overprotectives and such a worrywarts. Looks like my move to this place already planned. As much as I know that before me, my older cousins Tia (And yes, we have the same name, except she is Tiara Dowati that¡¯s why I insist to call my self Ren, is our family doctorate legacy) and Ryan (our family shy technician), already lived in with her three years recently. Sis Tia had a plan to court her college at Mal City that located around the nearby Mount Arjun, and Bro Ryan had an apprenticeship at another province. That¡¯s might be also why I¡¯m choosed to be ¡®baby sitter¡¯ for grandma this upcoming three years. when I just come down from the terminals, I calling for Ojek. A motorcycle traveling service to taking path to the ¡®old city¡¯ like area, that was my grandma¡¯s neighbourhood. When we finally come to our destination, I pay for the services, and entering the small street to the side that the only way to reach grandma¡¯s house. The building that located in the end of narrow street is looking so ¡®pure¡¯ compared to another side building that covered in grafity and the like. The building itself coloring in pale pastel, with a little hanging garden in the front and black metal fence. ¡®The house of grandma is not changing that much I see¡­except maybe now a little bit higher?¡¯ I raised my eyebrow to the entrance that was non-existing the last time of my visit. Looking for the gates bell, I ringing it few times. An eyes with wrinkly face peeked at a little hole on the gates, before the gates opened with a creaking sound. And there stand my Grandma in all of glory in her golden age. Wearing modification of ¡®Traditional¡¯ styled of kebaya, and a neat bun that hanging in with graying hair, the older women narrowing her eyes at me. ¡°You¡¯re late, were you playing around first, ren?¡± she snapped before murmuring about ¡®silly Grandchildren of mine up to mischievous thing¡¯ or something. Ups, I just scratching the back of my neck, and giving her apologetic smile. ¡°Nah, it was just some traffic jam, grandma¡± *** After letting me in the house, Grandma lead me to the bedroom that was Sis Tia¡¯s room a weeks before she departed to Mal City. The room is colouring soft baby sky blue, with a little bed beside the window, with a drawer and a study desk. The room is a bit narrow than my room in my home, but still is not to bad. It¡¯s like a rent room for a single faculty student, sis Tia talking about right? With a fragrance room parfume that hanging in the air conditioner, I could tell that sis Tia maybe one of those people that was a neat freak with love for flowery scent. Not that much different from what I know about her family. Like My own family that favour scent of fresh orange, lemon, or apple for our room¡¯s parfume. After finished Unpacking my travel bags, and placing them on the wardrobe, I¡¯m starting to plotting destination spot that I like to visit before Initiation day at my future Highschool. Like the local park, Resto and Caf¨¦, Mall¡¯s, Amusement park, maybe seeking selfie spot¡¯s too. As I already get a green lamp from Ryan to use his motor as I could use it wisely and could avoided being caught by police while I don¡¯t have driving license yet. Come out of my room, i saw my grandma sit at the sofa in the family room looking at talent show with dignified look. ¡°Grandma?¡± I called out. She tilted her head before gazing up to me. ¡°going out?¡± she said with frosty tone, I can feel the glare that directed to me. Welp, why Grandma in the pissed off ¨Cmood? Is she still mad at me for coming late? Did I really screw up that BAD? ¡°Err,..i want to strolling around the city with Bro Ryan¡¯s motorbike? Do you want me to pick up something grandma? Or you wanna going out too?¡± I looked at her now who somehow summoned a little bag out of nowhere. ¡°You have problem with that?!¡± she snapped at me, I got sweatdrop at my grandma¡¯s antic. This Grandma The Great is really do have sharp-tongue. Raising both my hand in surrendering manner, I tilted my head a bit. ¡°Nah, none of that grandma,¡­ ¡° I said. ¡°Oh, do you want me to escort you to y-..¡± Before I finished my sentence, Grandma already took a hold at my extending limb, with a sparkling smile at her face. ¡°Oh! Why don¡¯t you say so before? Wah, such a sensible grand daughter you¡¯re! okay, chop ¨C chop! let¡¯s move!¡± my grandma then process at dragging me toward the garage where Bro ryan leaving his motorbike. I feeling blank for a moment before realizing that..This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. ¡®I¡¯VE BEEN SCAMMED?!¡¯ *** One hour has passed since a drop my grandma at the Red Bridge Plaza at an ¡®Elderly Appreciation Association¡¯ event that occurred there. I myself just sit at the park near the plaza. This city has few beautiful city park, this one is part of it. Located in east city between the river that parting the ¡®old city¡¯ area and ¡®silver ring¡¯ area, and before this park is the famous red bridge of soera city. The value of the bridge is not at its beautiful design like the soera rainbow park, or special event attributes, like car free day event at soera . Rather than that, it was the historic value. Or rather a very Overenthuastic fools war that ended with a miracle¡­unbelievable¡­ No, rather than that it was the most anticlimactic wars I¡¯ve been hear about, where the Invaders army''s general strucked down by anonymous''s gunner, then kicked out of country, but still¡­. With the local army armed with only Bamboo Spear, Guerilla tactics, Stolen weapons, and limited person that mostly civilians that not a real army, against the Invader that armed with air plane, firearms, and Heavy tanks and ships. It should be one sided massacre, but the aftermath is .. ¡°What a stubborn fellow¡­I love them¡­They¡¯re so badassess¡± i said with a grin in my face while capturing the Red Bridge scenery with my phone camera. ¡° its that what people called a master in the masses, I wonder¡­¡± It¡¯s impossible to win THAT without trick afterall¡­ {I want to be like that, too¡­ But there¡¯s no war this time around though¡­Except that last accursed Gang war, Geesh, I still feel guilty to kick ass their but, if later they work for me instead} In the world that I know of, it¡¯s good that the Bigger Group of Mafia is not aware of my face, since child I¡¯ve always make my hair to covering half of my face, and wearing thick glasses so I still can see just fine at daily life, and wearing wig also black glasses that I buy from online shopping with excuse as a birthday gift or something using my parents Credit card when go out to beat someone up. The idea for covering my face started after I see an espionage movies that using orphan to make a good at acting spy with multi-fake identities And the famous sailor m**n anime, and yes I did only looked at the masked guy for the reference, at my early year at elementary school. In my childish thought that time is,.. ¡®Oh, like that, the bad guys would be troubled if they doesn¡¯t know the REAL me~! They face is funny like that, haha¡¯ And that was the start why I making a false persona that is the shy helpful and perfect pet student ¡®Tia¡¯ that I used since then whenever go to normal occurence then to this time. And ¡®That unidentified Guy¡¯ while fighting around, except that know me that come from the same school or class, and the both of it All had declare themselves as my loyal subordinates. Feeling bored from Tia styled (that I build based my cousin Tia). So, decided to transform my appearance Before coming in this park I visited a barber and got my haircut, instead of it¡¯s usual bowl style, I asked for a short Pixie-like style, snap a picture of it an send it to my brother so he could comment at it, as that he have more good taste at fashion than me. And he said that I really do upgraded my taste level to EMO, now. A Meat Buns EMO, he said with laughing emoticon beside it, and a thumbs up. ¡®that cheeky little¡­¡¯ my hand twitched. Tried to restrain to smashed the phone out of spite. Back to the day dream topic, since they didn¡¯t know the real ¡®face¡¯ of the famous Erme¡¯s Witchy She-Devil, they¡¯ve been snooping around the neighbourhood, and seeking trace of my existence. Good for my adorable and useful subordinates that got a wind for these ¡®strangers¡¯ loitering around. I could avoided being caught, and lead the stupid goons to a wild goose case around the vilages to Another villages. That was quite an amusing scenery. But, I¡¯m also not one of those blindly optimistic person. As experience that I gained being beat those thrash around here and there, I know that the actual larger group of mafia, wouldn¡¯t allowed a new group formed andthey''re all quite a prideful and Vengeful kind of group. It¡¯s only time will passed before they truly caught of my position, and might bring harm to our family or subordinates. I already said to my little bro that it¡¯ll only take two way to finish this kind of conflict, either to vanishing and truly stop being involved with this shady business and look the other way, or wiped out all of competitors and taking claim at Erme¡¯s as our territory and being strong and invicible enough to protect it from Outer Influence, and keeping Erme the cleanest and safest Territory ever. The Original Plan is for me as the ¡®Pioneer¡¯ will placing the foundation at our future group, either its from Gathering loyality, economic base, Welfare, and Combat Ability of our would be subordinates, as I¡¯m the more cool headed and more a indulgent smartbook between two of us, and laying low from the enemies radar. while my brother who was more gifted in Ruthless Fighting and Field Tactical ability will keep cultivating his ability as he was still too young and too emotionally unstable to actually ¡®lead¡¯ for now. That was to wait for him to matured a little bit before I passed the position as Erme¡¯s Protector to him. But sadly, THIS kind of thing happening. And I¡¯m shipped out of Erme with a big smile from either Mom or Little bro. and I¡¯m stuck in a strange city, with how much many mafia group that I don¡¯t have knowledge of. That maybe in the near or long future could be threat to us. I do hope that someday I could life a normal, be a random staff at some random company, having my own family, to have only worry about small scale things like what discount from what market today, my parents life without worries then last till they could nurture their own grandchild and my little brother still as brave, vibrant, and brilliant as he was now, but pure from all of dirty reality, successing his life as a young talented CEO or something. But, that kind of mundane thing wasn¡¯t suited me who get in to trouble either consciousness nor by accident. Nor was for my brother that way more bloodthirsty character than your average villagers. Even keeping my brother from accidently kill someone or burn down buildings or something, is already troublesome as it is. {and with me out of the town, I hope that second-in-command of his, Basil or something that also one of my subordinate, to keep him from causing a more deep chaos, and could distract my little bro attention when he lost his temper,¡­again¡­.} Looking at the Red Bridge one again, one of an evidence of the Soera¡¯s city overwhelming fighting spirit. i sighing a bit. While if the city look so peaceful, look like so Admirable, and look like brimming with happiness here and with its sky craper buildings, and beautiful parks, also meaningful landmarks. But I know this city also more troublesome and trickier than Erme¡¯s. This also mean the way for Me as a newcomer to ¡®exist¡¯ in this town will be a quite harsh if their ancestor already was like that. I hope I could still enjoyed a bit semblance of normality a long as it last, while find, learn, and keep eyes at all knowledge and all experience I could gather that might be useful for me from this city of the nights. I need to be a capable all rounder to be my brother¡¯s shadow afterall. *** Chapter 4 : Mediocre Highschool *** Chapter 4 : Mediocre Highschool *** It¡¯s already 8 pm, when we finally arrived at home. My over excited grandma still swooned about some handsome and polite Master of Ceremony that lead grandma¡¯s event at the plaza. It¡¯s also some kya kya sound while rambling at how she wish to be fifty years younger. And no, I don¡¯t want to hear anymore detail about it¡­ ¡­And yes, Actually, i feel bad for my deceased Grandpa¡­. I also felt myself grinning ear to ear, that MC,¡­if he know that he was lusted over by some Grannies¡­, I wonder what sort of twitching smile he would have¡­(cue giggling like crazy ) ¡®Well,¡­¡¯ wiping my unexistence tears, and calming myself. ¡®Job IS still just a Job, maybe someone like that, already familiarized themselves with such condition?¡¯ ¡°If it were me¡­.¡± I murmured, {shudder} feeling creeped out with the mental image. ¡°Whatever,¡­¡± sighing while Scratching behind my neck, then I then walked opening the plastic bag that containing a take out Fried rice that I buy on street vendor near the park. Grandma already headed to her room to rest in, she said that she already take dinner at the event before. Even if she was looked so hyped up, it might be the old age that affecting her, and making her exhausted easily. Setting my fried rice to a plate, and making iced lychee syrup, I¡¯m started my dinner in silence. After finished, I¡¯m started to washing the dishes. Talk about Highschool, Mom and Grandma not giving me anymore clue about it. Except for the name of the school¡­The 45th Soera Highscool. And no¡­that was not counted as detail, they didn¡¯t even give me a school brochure, or even heard of that school name, anyways.. Walking to my room, I silently took out my laptop and turned it on, also activating my phone¡¯s hotspot. I¡¯m start typing the school name. but the notification about [DID NOT MATCH ANY DOCUMENTS] In my web browser make me falter. Say about it¡­this 45th Highschool is.. I started to turn back and search list of highschool at Soera City. Its not the 1st, 2nd, 5th , and 9th Highschool that well known as Highschool ¡®complex¡¯ as in the four school is centered in the silver ring area. Or the 15th highschool that specialized to Marine cadets, 19th Highschool of its Arts and celebritist student, or the 28th Highschool that famous for its athlete student, and the last time I heard about soera¡¯s local highschool just till the number 40th, so how in the hell there was no mention list for 41th and above, like the 45th highschool?? except if there¡¯s some fairy town around and magically build a new school without anyone knowing?? Wait, my thought strayed from its straight way¡­ And I don¡¯t think this 45th Highschool would be a private school one either. Cause In Soera¡¯s there only have four faction of private school. There always N.U Soera Highschool famous of it dorm-like lifestyle. The St.Louise Highschool that had ¡®high standard¡¯ way of spending it¡¯s educational fee¡¯s. To E.T.O Highschool that more look like abandoned school at day, and crowded at dusk as majority of this school is an Odd Jobs Employes that work at morning. And the last is the Famous Brutal Jungle law-ed school, The Silvestre Highschool. And as much as I drooling at the sight of The Silvestre¡¯s freedomness and found some nostalgia feeling to me, I still COULDN¡¯T found where is that 45th Highschool one! No, wait, maybe it¡¯s best that I didn¡¯t got in to the Silvestre, that will only drawing a large hit target behind my back. If the one who supposedly entering such kickass school will be my brother, I wonder how long it takes him to utterly owned the school, thinking that I also fell giddy but¡­. CLICK ¡­ ¡­ ¡°Oh!..¡± {FOUND IT!} ***A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. Its already half day when a packet come to Grandma¡¯s Post box. I who couldn¡¯t manage to sleep peacefully last night, somehow managed to walk outside and taking the packet. The parcels wrapped in neatly brown paper, with the 45th Highschool name above it. Not to mention, there also written my name and grandma¡¯s address. When I passed Grandma, she also didn¡¯t show any reaction. Right, she doesn¡¯t know I got out of my way, and searching about the mystery Highschool myself. Remembering the result last night, I¡¯m back to sighing in exasperation again¡­. Going back to my room, I¡¯m starting unwrapped the parcel. There¡¯s three suit of uniform and one school track suit. In this Nation of NEA. The uniforms from elementary, middle high, and Highschool, subjected to its ¡®original¡¯ color. The main uniform ¡®origin¡¯ is RED, for elementary. Dark Blue, for Middle High. And Gray, for Highschool. Beside of that its also a must for each grade to use the same Brown Scout uniform. Except that there¡¯s also given one suit for characteristic school uniform traits, and modified jersey that different from one to another school. As the uniform style is two days change, with the jersey just for special occasion. And from this shady school of mine, the character suit is like a long sleeved green dress shirt, white skirt, and white vest, with white knee length skirt. And for the Jersey, is coloured in Dominant black and blue, with stripped in white, and The Name of 45th Highschool in the back. Not bad, per se. But not that AWESOME! Either¡­ And for M-sized me is still looking not too bad.. The one that need to be anticipated actually is my future neighbourhood school and classes. Also the fact that the 45th Highschool doesn¡¯t have it building yet. And will occupying an Elementary school unused class as it class until the building finished. Even if the building that project already started since the last December, but it estimate finished time is three years. {ISN¡¯T THAT MEAN WHEN THE SCHOOL BUILDING FINISHED, I¡¯M ALREADY GRADUATED??!!!} *** After checking out the uniforms, I¡¯m started to read, a piece of paper that also packed in to the parcel. It stated the requirements that need to be brought for the Orientation days, and my Orientation Group. It¡¯s also NEA custom to hold orientation days before holding Initiation Ceremony. Not just the three first primary education school, even college and university also have their own orientation days. These ritual lasted varied between two weeks until one semester, affected to its who holding the event. As per say, The Student Representative Council. I¡¯ve already joined from middle school, straight from year one. The rule of the orientation is a ¡®trial¡¯, ¡®Reward¡¯, and ¡®punishment¡¯ game set up by the Council as to making the ¡®senior¡¯ and ¡®junior¡¯ have understanding and truce faction between the old generation to new generation. Also in my chase, corrupting and converse more new people as my loyal minions. The first step usually, learn more about the Highschool, rules and the consequent if you break it, then testing like making the students in to several group to compete with each grup to determine value of ¡®talented¡¯ students, the group that win will get pin of ¡®students of the year¡¯ also increased in popularity and the loser will either get humiliating ¡®punishment¡¯ and being laughing stock for several days. The second step is to acknowledge the surrounding place near the school. This usually in form of ¡®treasure hunts¡¯ making the student buy or search some thing with a ¡®clue¡¯ left by the councils. Before gathering it and share it to local people near the school as ¡®the school social services¡¯. The last step is to ¡®signature hunt¡¯. You need to take at least 100 people from upper echelon. Like from the senior years students, or from teachers. By doing so, you sometimes also have to ¡®bribe¡¯ them so they want to sign on your paper assignment. The one that have signatures less than 100 usually get another ¡®punishment¡¯. But sometimes, theres also existed several students that trying to evade this custom. As they¡¯re then referred as ¡®trouble child¡¯ that even the councils and teacher¡¯s couldn¡¯t handle. Thanks to my persuasive persona that leave me to snatched and deal with ¡®trouble childs¡¯ of school without a hitch from either teacher¡¯s or another council members that entrusted them to my delicate care, and a bit of persistent persuasion for those stubborn child to open their eyes so I could mold them to be more than just your average thugs with more profesionalism, loyality, and morality.¡­ With lot of chocolates, candy, cakes, and all of forced bribery that I got from those cute little troublemakers for all of my generous guidance¡¯s fee¡­ But, for The 45th Highschool that just newly opened and doesn¡¯t have it¡¯s own council yet, leaving the teachers in charge of to set up the ¡®rules¡¯. And because THIS is another city, I don¡¯t have enough influence and many trust in my name yet. It was like starting over from zero again. Well, it couldn¡¯t be helped, right? Looking over the requirements, and looking list at student list that also stated their score at national exam, and what class, also what group they¡¯re part is. Total student accepted is 40 student. As they¡¯ve 2 class, class a and b, part again as two group per class. Its mean each group will have 10 people. And by the red ribbon, it¡¯s mean I¡¯m belonged to this group red. Also, even if I¡¯m screwed up at my Math score, but I still ended in the top five scorest. Well, the newborn highscool standar, huh? Looks like not have a godly standard as famous school have yet¡­ but my eyes started widening at the sight of the first scorest at the list.. i''m back and fort double checked the students list, its not a hoax that all of he / her score exam above 9,5, and even have 3 perfect Highest score 10. The score that could entering that famous and prestigious school at the silver ring area with ease¡­ {WHY THIS KIND OF PERSON EVEN ENTERING THIS KIND OF SCHOOL?!} ***