Weed. That's what people in my school call me. Not because I smoke it, oh no, because I'm different from them. I'm not rich, to be completely honest, we live in poverty. I got into Willhelm Academy on scholarship, and this is the story of what happened to me there...
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Author's note: All characters and places are completely fictitious. Any likeness of characters living or dead are completely coincidental :).
As you can see, I'm fairly new so I would appreciate your votes, criticisms, and reads as often as possible. Thank you.
