Exams Stories

2 weeks into Naruto's Tadpole Summoning he screams fuck it and kicks that stupid tadpole into the lake and asks for a different summon.

Pokemon X Cote fanfic All first year characters have been aged up to 16. Some Pokémon-Anime characters like Ash, Serena, Paul, Dawn, Gary have been enrolled at ANHS, where the story takes place. Despite being 10y old when travelling the world in Pokémon-anime-canon, I have decided that did not happen in this universe. With other words, the Pokémon-anime characters (Ash, Gary, etc.) are inexperienced trainers starting their Pokémon journey at ANHS. That's to keep things balanced. This story is slower paced than my others, but I still hope you'll all enjoy it. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE OFFICIAL POKEMON COMPANY, KINUGASA AND TOMOSE. I JUST MADE MY OWN STORY WITH THEM. IF THEY WANT THIS STORY DELETED, THEY CAN CONTACT ME TO TAKE IT DOWN.

It all started with a random eye contact in a school corridor. Rishika didn't think much of it at first. After all, he was just another senior. But slowly, those small moments started becoming unforgettable. A glance across the corridor. Friends screaming over "nothing." Accidental touches in crowded hallways. And a boy who barely talks to girls somehow noticing her again and again. Chayank is calm, unreadable and impossible to understand, while Rishika is chaotic, expressive and constantly surrounded by drama created by her own friends. Between school life, endless teasing, emotional confusion and moments that make hearts race for absolutely no reason, this story follows two people slowly getting pulled into something neither of them expected. A realistic school romance with slow-burn tension, comedy, chaos and teenage emotions.

"Watch where you are going, Miss hot chocolate!!!" He growled, his frustration clearly palpable in his voice as the liquid drenched his shoes in an unwelcome splash. "Excuse me" she countered, her gaze sharpening with exasperation as she continued, "you are not allowed to make me the fall guy while you just stroll and put blame on others without a care in the world." She spoke coolly, her arms crossing over her chest. •••••••••••••••••••••••• "Nahhh....dates are not my cup of tea, more like my cup of coffee." She replied playfully, dismissing his idea for the impending date. "Then how about a study session with me and your favourite cup of hot chocolate?" A rosy hue colouring her cheeks as she heard his response. ********* Abhimanyu Malhotra, a calm, ambitious and practical student. A student every teacher would be proud of- good in academics, a star athlete who excels at every single endeavour. Yet there is a twist- when around his loved ones, his wit, humour and love for them makes him different from others, bringing out the 𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 who is a balance between discipline and camaraderie. Aashmi Rajput, a calm, ambitious and carefree but not a careless girl. Her life revolves around her academic excellence- for which she is thriving hard and her family- for whom she is ever-ready to pull even the most stupid stunts. Yet she knows how to balance her life by adding the right amount of determination and hard work along with fun and excitement. ₊‧.°.⋆˚₊‧⋆. Many similar attributes, isn't it? Yet, there is one more thing both of them share- despite their academic and curriculum achievements, that is, their enmity for each other. An enmity that started in the first meet itself and intensified slowly but surely. Will their enmity abate, unveiling itself into the blossoms of something exquisitely beautiful? Or will it merely

Hello. Welcome to my world-where hatred is inherited and competition is compulsory. Aayu and Samay have been rivals since childhood, thanks to a broken friendship between their parents that turned two families into enemies. Living next door only makes it worse-every exam, every achievement, every moment is a battle. When Samay chooses science, Aayu is forced to follow, leaving behind her own dreams just to prove she's better than him. But as their rivalry grows, so do the questions. What if the person she hates the most... is the only one who truly understands her? And what if winning against him isn't really winning at all? #3 Funniest #2rivels

Love is a four letter word but nor everyone gets it and nor everyone deserves it. Sometimes what we think is love is just a pure lie or our illusion and sometimes we get the truest love but doesn't value it. Join Shreya Bhatia on her journey of love. Will she find the love she is searching for???

Set against the backdrop of South Asian tradition and turmoil, this story delves into the harsh realities faced by young girls burdened with suffocating expectations. Trapped between the narrow choices of becoming a doctor or a bride, they live not for themselves but as puppets pulled by the strings of elders who insist they act in love-yet bind them with control. But for Suhana, fate intervenes. Against all odds, she's offered a second chance-one that might finally let her write her own story.

Carly Jones had everything! From being one of the most popular girl in school to having the best friends she could ask for. She was living the perfect life, the kind people dream of having. The only thing that was missing was him, Danny O'Neal, one of the hottest guys of JIS. But being Carly, she already had a master plan cooking up her sleeve. Much to Carly's despair, this was all coming to an end. Her dad had just found a new job and they were moving, no question! How could Carly give up her life here? her friends? She couldn't bare the thought of having to be the new girl in a totally different country. Could Carly survive this? Her picture perfect life was crushing into pieces and there was nothing she could do about it.

A short guide on studying

Thank you so much for your questions I've read them most carefully through But there isn't a single one of them That I know the answer to. I've written my name as instructed Put the year, the month and the day But after I'd finished doing that I had nothing further to say. So I thought I'd write you a letter Fairly informally About what I can see from my desk here And what it's like to be me. Mandy has written ten pages But it's probably frightful guff And Angela Smythe is copying The answers off her cuff. Miss Quinlan is marking our homework The clock keeps ticking away I suppose for anyone outside It's just another day. There'll be mothers going on errands Grandmothers sipping tea Unemployed men doing crosswords or watching 'Crown Court' on TV. The rain has finally stopped here The sun has started to shine And in a back garden in Softon Drive A housewife hangs shirts on a line. A class flies past to play tennis The cathedral clock has just pealed A mower chugs backwards and forwards Up on the hockey field. Miss Quimlan's just read what I've written Her face is a absolute mask Before she collects the papers in I've a sort of favours to ask. I thought your questions were lovely I've only myself to blame But couldn't you give me some marks For writing the date and my name?

This is a book of poems I wrote maybe years back. Random topics for poems. I could write a poem about anything. But that doesn't mean they are all good. Ah well. Hope you enjoy these.

"Who are you then?" I pressed my lips into a thin line my hands subconsciously making their way into my chest folding them. A smirk found their way onto my face, my hazel eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm Melissa Barnes, your new teacher."

exam... just that

Poem I wrote about the exams I am taking at the moment.