EDIT #1: In case you didn't read the series description this story is dead haha~
EDIT # 2: As an apology for editing this update to be really stupid and pointless, here is the start of a story I found on my computer that I wrote a long time ago and will probably never finish haha~ so in a way it's just adding more annoyance? To apologize for killing a story I'm giving you another dead story... haha well if you want to complain, too bad, I can use my dead stories how I want! Anyway here it is~
The train is oddly quiet today. Watching the scenery outside the window go flying by makes me feel more at peace than the usual chaotic annoyance I usually feel while riding the hover train. All I can see outside is a blur of green and blue—we're in one of the many areas of the country that restricts access for the sake of rebuilding forests. When the train reaches the city, I know from experience that there will be almost nothing to see—it'll be blocked by huge buildings on all sides.
Not that I mind. I like the city. The lack of open space, strangely, makes me feel safe. I know other people would think I'm crazy, but that's just how my mind works. What I don't like is the crowds, bustling masses of people that'll overpower you in an instant. Luckily, I live in a part of the city that usually doesn't have that much traffic going through it—a small university complex, one of the less versatile schools that simply focuses on one subject and/or career path. I had been separated from all my friends when I chose to go there. All of them had decided to go to a larger school—I think it was a college, actually—that covered more general areas, and so they could all stick together while going separate ways in life.
I was going to go with them. Part of me regrets not doing so. We had been amazingly close in high school, having weekly sleepovers at each other's houses and meeting up when we had next to none or no homework to go out to the local café. My family had always told me that high school is the best four years in your life—but I didn't believe them until I was actually in it.
But I left that behind, all because my uncle so strongly recommended this school to me. He's a math and language teacher for a large school in the eastern area of our province—I've seen him teach, and his kids love him. He went here, and so now I'm doing the same—obviously, because I want to become a teacher as well.
It's a weird story—I've always admired my uncle, and so for some reason, everything that I've wanted to do in life was something my uncle did. He's an author too, writing supernatural or mystery novels. I think I wanted to be an author until I was around twelve—then I realized how hard writing something so long actually is.
My uncle says that, once I get good enough, he'll let me be a student teacher in his class. I have to admit—I'm kind of skeptical. Usually you get assigned to a teacher and class, from what I've heard. But then again, he is the teacher, and I suppose he'd know better than me.
It's been a while—I just got off summer break—but if I remember correctly, my next term should be an opportunity to become a student teacher. I'm getting the chance a bit later than the others in my class—I was stricken with a horrid cold last year and missed nearly a month of school. Unfortunately for me, this meant my grades had dropped slightly and I had a massive amount of work to catch up on. Trust me, I'm very thankful to my teachers for giving me some extra time—I probably would've drowned in stress otherwise.
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Amnesiac Knight (Discontinued)
FantasyThis was an attempt to write a collab story between three people where each took turns writing a chapter~ Unfortunately things happen and people stopped being able to write it and I vanished for a while so it's kind of dead now haha~ Maybe I shouldn...