Story of The Warrior

23rd of Elo 2016 A.P

I'm writing in this book cause my therapist told me to. Honestly, I think it wasn't necessary, but my family and therapist told me to do so. 

In 3 days, I'm gonna finish school and get my class and blessing. Elo knows I have suffered a lot during these 6 years of school. Honestly, I'm just glad that it's almost over. According to the school lessons, there are many classes, so I just hope that I get a good one. The blessings though, I hope to get 1 specific blessing, the blessing Kreonyx, the god of Earth. My family has had Kreonyx's blessing since my early ancestors. It's also said "The Swordmaster" had this particular blessing. 

So earlier today was the final lesson for my class year. Of course it was about the ceremony in 3 days. They reviewed what classes were and what blessings are known. The blessing of the 8 Gods, I read about them in The World Mythos. Elo, Agion, Felora, Kreonyx, Phymna, Riyin, Umir, and Xozeu, known as the 8 Gods that created Heshes and fought during the early God Era before they retreated. I wasn't concerned about my blessings because obviously I'll get Kreonyx's blessing as my big brother did. After class, the trio of bullies came. The whole school hated them, but we can't do anything. The last guy who stood up to them is still in a coma. As per usual they asked for protection money. I know it was weird, but that protection money was so that they don't beat you to death. They skipped me though, I guess i wasn't worth the time. John, my childhood friend came walking down after paying them. "Why were you skipped?" he asked. Honestly I don't know. In my head I was racking up what I did wrong. I told John I got no idea. Katherine, a friend of mine since 4th grade, came. She had a pretty face and ginger hair. Don't get me wrong, she's gorgeous, but she's not my type. We walked home together

"How are you??" said Katherine. "I'm fine, at least," I told them. I laughed at the question, both of them know I'm not. I looked at my phone, it said 17:45. I instantly ran home and at the front door, I say my dad, waiting. I hate him. Being the police chief doesn't make him my boss. I don't need another stress point from him. His face was angry, I knew why. "Why are you late??" said my dad angrily, I told him I talked with my friends walking from home. "Well, don't be late again," he said, still with an angry face.

Here I am now, writing on my diary, or maybe a voice recording for myself, I don't know. What I know is that I'm looking forward towards the 3 days to come