There is no greater blessing The Lord gave us than the ability to love.

Those are the words I had always held close to me since before I went to Galar Academy, a private academy where students who come from rich and high-class families go to school. And in the school, there was a host club where the rich and beautiful girls in the school with too much time on their hands squandered their money on spending time with the most handsome and charming boys in the school. And it was through the popularity of the most handsome and charming host of all that my life changed forever. It was also because of his popularity, however, that the terrible incident at Galar Academy's former theater happened.

For many years now, the details of what happened on that horrible night has remained a mystery. The royal family of Galar made sure to hide the truth out of their selfish desires to maintain their reputations in the upper-class society. Those closest to me and I were forced to make deals for our silence even though they all wanted to spread the word to every corner of the world. But none more so than the man I love.

But now, thanks be to The Lord, the time has come where I can no longer be silent or afraid of those who wanted to destroy what I hold most dear. Their power means nothing, and their money cannot save them for what is to come. Therefore, it is time that I, Serena, former student of the grand Galar Academy, finally tell you what really happened. With the help of the man I love and those dear to us telling their sides of the story, the truth will be fully told so that all will know and understand what happened and why.

I was born in the middle-class area of Vaniville Town in the Kalos region. My father was a writer like me. He was an upbeat man and he loved to write stories with all of his heart. I loved reading his stories and he taught me everything there is to know about writing. He was the kind of believer in The Lord who told me that the greatest blessing he gave us was the ability to love. He always found a way to express in his stories and he loved doing it even if his work was rarely published. But even if he didn't always have his way, I loved him for the passion he had for his work.

My mother was a mechanic. She was the most logical and level-headed out of the three of us. She taught me how to work hard and be a good student at school. She loved my father with all of her heart, but she also always feared that his passion would lead me to pursue writing for the sake of trying to talk about love as if it's a movement. She wanted me to look into finding a profession that was less risky than becoming a writer.

When my father died, I was devastated beyond words. I often prayed to The Lord, asking why he would take him away when I wanted him to see me grow up and be a writer like him. I never got an answer, but I still choose to believe that he had a good reason. My mother struggled to keep her head up high and encouraged me to keep doing well in school despite what happened, but there were nights where I could hear her weeping when she thought I couldn't hear her. I continued to work hard in my school work, but I would still practice writing when my mother wasn't around. Even if she didn't want me to take the risk my father made as a writer, writing was all I had left to keep his memory alive in my mind.

Then one day, halfway through the eighth grade, my teacher told us to start applying for high schools. Many representatives of various schools in Kalos and other regions in the world came to advertise their respective schools to get my classmates and me interested in applying for them. I paid little attention to them, knowing that my mother would want me to go to Lumiose High School because it was the school she went to and it was one of the few schools we could afford if accepted.

But as I politely pretended to listen, one particular representative in a fancy, blue-navy suit stepped forward to talk about Galar Academy. He talked about how the academy from the region of the same name is meant for students of rich families, which upset my classmates and me as if he was there just to boast about how great the school is. But then he went on to say that the school was offering a scholarship to any student who passes a very difficult test. If a student passed it, they would be accepted to go to Galar Academy for all four years with all expenses paid and he went on to list all of the various programs for different subjects including a program for writing and other forms of art.

The moment I heard of this offer, I was immediately invested. When he was offering sheets containing info on the scholarship, I was the first to take one before he and the other representatives left. My mother was very skeptical of the idea when I told her about it at home, thinking I would be wasting my time trying to get into the school and that I couldn't take care of myself in a region far from home. She also was uneasy with the idea of me majoring in the arts, knowing that I would be pursuing to be a writer like my father. Knowing that she still wanted me to spend most of my time studying, I countered her concerns by pointing out that it would be good for me to go to a new place where I can get the best education possible, whether it involves writing or not. She was still hesitant but she ultimately accepted that my logic was sound and agreed to let me study for the scholarship.

For the next four months, I studied almost nonstop when I wasn't at school. Every day after school, I would do my homework and immediately start studying for the test afterward. Some nights I would study overnight and my mother would force me to go to bed. Finally, come the end of April, the day came for me to take the test. I felt my whole body shaking during the three hours of taking the test. When it was over, I felt relieved but at the same time worried that I might have failed after all of my hard work. I continued to worry during the last three weeks of the school year until I got a letter the day before my eighth-grade graduation and, to my joy, found out I was accepted.

Throughout the three months of summer, I was excited to go to Galar Academy. My mother was very proud of me for gaining the scholarship but still was concerned with my intentions. Finally, in the middle of August, my mother drove me to the airport for my flight to the Galar region. We walked through the airport until we reached the point where only passengers are allowed and we turned around to hug each other goodbye.

"I'm going to miss you, Serena," my mother said. "It's going to be hard living alone without you.

"I know, mom," I replied. "And I'm going to miss you too."

My mother broke the hug to give me a serious look and said, "Now make sure you take care of yourself out there. Don't think that you can do anything you want just because you are away from home. You need to focus on your schoolwork more than ever, and taking care of yourself will be your responsibility since you'll be living in your own dorm."

I smiled and told her, "Mom, you don't need to worry about that. You raised me to be responsible."

My mother smirked proudly and said, "I sure did, and don't you forget it."

The two of us chuckled for a few minutes before my mother looked at me seriously again.

"Still, I want you to keep working hard no matter what," she says. "I know you want to pursue writing like your father, but schoolwork comes first no matter what, young lady. You understand?"

"Yes, mother," I said obediently.

My mother smiled, satisfied with my answer.

"And remember, dear, if things don't work out, you can always come home and transfer to Lumiose High," she said.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'll keep that in mind, but I don't see that happening."

My mother nodded at me, approving my honesty.

"Alright, you better get going then," she said. "Don't want to miss your flight."

I smiled and nodded before I hugged my mother again and said, "I love you."

"I love you too, Serena," My mother said, hugging me back. "I will pray that The Lord will be with you on your time in Galar Academy.

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After a two-and-a-half-hour flight, my plane landed in Galar airport. After I exited the plane, I looked out the large windows inside the building showing the beautiful countryside. I looked at the view with wonder as my excitement to be in Galar grew. Then I walked further down the hall where a chauffeur was standing in the hall, holding out a sign that had my name on it. When we spotted me walking toward him, he gave me a warm smile.

"Serena Yvonne?" He asks.

"Yes, that's me," I answered.

His smile grew, and he gave me a bow, saying, "I am Lupin. I'm here to escort you to Galar Academy."

I smiled back and said, "Thank you, Lupin."

Lupin nodded and gestured me to follow him. I walked behind him all the way to the exit of the building, where a limousine is parked beside the sidewalk. Before I knew it, Lupin opened the back door to the limousine and gestured me to come in.

"W-w-wait," I stuttered in shock. "You're taking me there in a limousine?"

"Of course," Lupin said. "Galar Academy treats all of its students with the highest respect, and that includes you, Ms. Yvonne."

I covered my mouth to cover a happy squeal before I went inside the limo with my suitcase and Lupin got into the driver's seat before he starts driving. The back of the car had leather seats and a minibar with all sorts of drinks in fancy bottles and glass cups. The walls were decorated in gold and the floor was covered in a deep red carpet. I felt both thrilled and intimidated at the same time to be sitting in the back of such a luxurious car while wearing only my sweater and jeans. I lowered the backseat window to continue looking at the region's landscape. I laid my head against the car door as I watched us pass by the beautiful land with a blissful smile on my face.

Finally, after driving for forty minutes, I saw us driving toward a set of tall buildings that appeared to be designed from the Victorian era. At the main building is a tall clocktower. It takes a moment before I put the pieces together and turned to Lupin surprised.

"Is that Galar Academy?" I asked.

Lupin chuckles with his mouth closed and said, "Well, what did you expect from a school meant for very wealthy students?"

"Er...well, it's just that I didn't think it would look like a place that the monarchy might have lived in over a hundred years ago," I said.

Lupin laughed out loud as if I told him a hilarious joke.

"Maybe so," he says. "But nevertheless, this is indeed where you will be going to school for the next four years, Ms. Yvonne."

I stared at the campus in shock as Lupin drove the limousine all the way to the parking lot in front of the campus. He got out to open the backseat door for me to robotically get out with my eyes still fixed on the school. Lupin takes my suitcase out of the car and gestures me with his head to follow him. I silently obeyed as he led me through the courtyard where there is a large fountain in the center of a park-like garden full of bright green grass, trees, statues, and stone paths. Everywhere I look, students were passing by with the boys in blue suits and the girls wearing yellow dresses. I felt more out of place than before at the sight of so many people my age dressed in upper-class attire while I'm still in my normal clothes. It also didn't help that many of them noticed me and were whispering amongst themselves, making me feel embarrassed.

Once we made it to the other side of the courtyard, Lupin led me inside the main building. The interior of the building is just as majestic with marble floors and giant chandeliers hanging above the ceiling. I couldn't stop myself from looking around as Lupin led me to an elevator that took up to the top level of the building. At the end of a long hallway from the elevator, Lupin opened the door and gestured me to come in a while still carrying my suitcase. I enter the door to find myself inside a large office where an old woman with light brown hair in a white and yellow dress is writing on a book while sitting in front of a wooden desk on the other side of the office. Lupin closed the door behind me and the two of us walked right in front of the desk before he cleared his throat.

"Madame, I bring you, Ms. Yvonne," he announces.

The old woman lifted her head and gave me a warm smile.

"Ah, the winner of the scholarship, Serena Yvonne," she said as she got up with her gold and black cane and walked over to shake my hand. "A pleasure to meet you, my dear child. I am Principal Magnolia, the head of Galar Academy."

"Pleasure to meet you too, ma'am," I said as I shook her hand.

Principal Magnolia smiled warmly at me and said, "Congratulations on winning the scholarship. It is a very rare accomplishment, to say the very least."

"Thank you, ma'am," I say.

"Tell me, child, what do you think of Galar Academy so far?" She asked.

I looked away nervously, struggling with how to answer the question.

"It's...it's amazing," I manage to say. "I've never seen a school like this in my life...and I feel a little misplaced."

Principal Magnolia let out a hearty chuckle and says, "Good, honest answer. I imagine this school might be a little intimidating compared to what you might be used to in the Kalos region. All the same, I hope you enjoy your stay and make the most of your time here."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said.

Principal Magnolia nods before she clears her throat and goes back to her desk.

"Now, since you are new to the school and this kind of society, I feel I must see to it that you are properly set up before you start your classes next week," she said while sitting back down. "You are going to major in the arts, is that correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Serena answers. "My goal is to become a writer."

Principal Magnolia smiled and said, "Well, our art program is still new, but we do have the best teachers for all forms of art, including literature. Are you interested in a certain form of writing?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want to write stories about love," I answer.

Principal Magnolia raised her eyebrow, and Lupin looked at me as if I said something very odd.

"Love?" Principal Magnolia asked. "Why that specifically, if I may ask?"

I hesitated for a moment before I answered, "It's what I've always wanted to write about."

The two adults still looked at me as I said something abnormal.

"Er...well, I'm sure you will learn all there is to know about writing that will help you achieve your goal," Principal Magnolia said. "Meantime, we'll have our staff take your measurements for your dresses and my granddaughter, Sonia, who is the head of the art program, will escort you to your dorm."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said a third time.

Principal Magnolia presses a buzzard on her desk and a side door open to reveal a maid entering the room.

"Martha, please take Ms. Yvonne to have Harley take her measurements," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," the maid named Martha answered.

"And Lupin, have her suitcase brought to her dorm," she said to Lupin.

"At once," Lupin answered before turning to me and giving me a bow. "Farewell, Ms. Yvonne."

I gave the chauffeur a smile and kindly say, "Goodbye, Lupin."

Lupin gave me a brief smile before he left with my suitcase, and I followed Matha to the other exit. We walked down another long hallway until Martha turned and let me to a room where dozens of people are making piles of dresses. At the center of the room is a man with light purple hair in a green suit working on a dark grey gown with a giddy smile on his face. Martha and I stopped walking just a couple of feet away from him before she cleared her throat.

"Harley, we need some measurements from one more student," Martha announces.

The man named Harley groaned like a little child, clearly wanting to focus on his project.

"Come on," he whined as he started to turn around. "Why is it that every time it looks like we have the measurements for all of the students, there's only one left to -"

As soon as he sees me, his eyes widened, and he gasped sharply as if he saw a ghost.

"Oh, my word, what in the world is that?" He asked.

I looked at him uncomfortably and answer, "My name is Serena. I'm the student who -"

"No, I mean, what is that gaudy outfit you're wearing?" Harley clarified.

I frowned and looked at my clothes before asking, "You think my clothes are gaudy?"

"Well, they certainly are doing you any favors, hun," Harley says. "Why would someone from a rich family have their child dress as a commoner in this school?"

I gave Harley a bitter frown before Martha stepped in.

"She's not from a rich family," she explained. "She's the student from Kalos who won the scholarship."

Harley gave a rude "humph," and said, "Well, that explains it. In any case, I will gladly take the commoner's measurements out of hopes that I will never see her in clothes like that again."

He walked away to get a tape measure, and I continued to glare at him until Martha placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't take it personally, ma'am," she says. "Harley is very passionate when it comes to his outfits. He comes from a family who made their fortune as dressmakers and costume designers for plays and movies."

"Oh, I see," I said, feeling a little better with the information.

Harley came back and started taking my measurements eagerly. When he finished, he wrote down my measurements on a clipboard and turned to me.

"Hmmm, well, you do have an adequate figure, so making your dresses ASAP with be a cinch," Harley said nonchalantly before he turned around and waved his hand. "Now, please remove yourself from my presence. I'll have all of your dresses ready and delivered to your dorm before class starts just like everyone else."

I frowned again at his rude demeanor before Martha leads me out of the room. The maid then led me further down the hall to another elevator and pressed the button next to it.

"Now, I'm sure you are not used to wearing dresses, Ms. Yvonne, but I feel I should inform you that they are proper attire here on campus," Martha said. "You can wear what you like in your dormitory, but you must wear the proper dress code anywhere else in the school grounds."

"Okay," I said in understanding.

Martha nodded approvingly just as the elevator door opens.

"This is where we part ways, madame," she says. "The head of your program is waiting for you at the bottom floor."

I gave her a small smile and said, "Okay, thank you, Martha."

She smiled back and said, "You're welcome, madame. Enjoy your time here at the academy."

I nodded before going inside the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. The door closed, and I waited patiently as the elevator went down. By this point, I've been feeling very welcomed apart from Harley's insolent attitude and it made me feel slightly more comfortable to be in such a prestigious school. As the elevator went down, I started to smile as I realized I'm soon going to be taken to the dormitory for students in the art program. The thought of being around people who share my passion for the arts, whether they are writers or not, lifted my spirits in excitement. I then start to wonder what the principal's granddaughter must be like since she is the head of the program.

Finally, the elevator made it to the ground floor, and the door opened, leaving me back to the main hall. I looked around my surroundings before I found myself face to face with a woman with peach hair wearing a green-eyed dress with no sleeves. She instantly beamed at the sight of me and quickly took my hand to shake it vigorously.

"As I live and breathe, Serena Yvonne herself," she says excitedly. "I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you are a part of the art program."

She lets my hand go, and I step back, uncomfortable with the energetic approach.

"Uh...thank you, miss...?" I said.

The woman giggled and said, "Oh, yeah, I'm Sonia. Sorry for the abrupt greeting. I just can't get over the fact that I'm going to have a legend in my program."

"A...legend?" I asked, confused.

Sonia looked at me curiously and asked, "You mean you don't know? You've become famous here in the academy."

"I have? How?" I ask alarmed.

Sonia nodded and said, "Of course. In the few years that the school had offered the scholarship, there hasn't been a soul who has actually passed that test."

"What?" I asked, bewildered. "No one has told me about that. I would think that the representative who was offering the scholarship would have mentioned that."

"I doubt it," Sonia says. "As much as our representatives like to boast about how the school is for the rich and high-class people, they wouldn't be doing their jobs if they discouraged people by saying no one has ever gotten the scholarship."

I thought about it for a moment and said, "That makes sense."

Sonia nodded before she went back to being giddy.

"Anyway, the point is I'm happy that you're going to be in the art program," she said excitedly. "Very few major in it compared to any of the other programs, so I hope that with your popularity and your passion as an artist, we might get more people interested in the program."

I became uneasy with how she appeared to see me as a marketing tool, but I politely nodded before she spoke again.

"Speaking of art, what are you interested in?" Sonia asked.

"Writing," I said plainly.

"Oh? What kind of writing?" She asked, intrigued.

I hesitated, unsure of how she was going to react after the way Principal Magnolia and Lupin reacted or how skeptical my mom was.

"Well...I want to write stories about love," I said.

Sonia stared at me blankly, and I got the feeling that she saw me strange, just like her grandmother. But then she smiled brightly and clapped her hands like a child.

"Oh, that's wonderful," she said in a high-pitched voice.

I looked at her, surprised, and asked, "Really?"

"Absolutely," Sonia said with a big grin. "Stories about love are one of the most basic and popular stories in the entire world. There's nothing like a story that asks the question 'will they or won't they?' So, consider it my duty to make your voice heard through the heavens and beyond."

I chuckled nervously at the way she was exaggerating, but I was no less happy that she approved of my goal. The next thing I knew, Sonia grabbed my hand again and started dragging me down the hall enthusiastically.

"Come on, time's a-wasting!" She declared. "Let's take you to the art dormitories!"

I panicked while struggling to keep up with her hyperactive speed. The who of us burst out of the exit and ran through nearly the entire courtyard outside before she took a sharp turn to the right. She stopped running in front of the building, and I panted heavily before looking up to see the tall building.

"Serena Yvonne, welcome to your new home!" Sonia said proudly.

I stared at the building in awe. Even though it isn't as big and the center building, the size, and the architecture were still a marvelous sight to behold.

"This is the dormitories for the art program?" I asked.

"You bet your sweater it is," Sonia says. "We don't have a lot of people here like I said, but everyone who is in this program are very friendly and love to express their passion for the arts, be it music, painting, acting, dancing, and of course, writing."

I smiled widely, excited to be in a place where people like me can belong. Sonia then grabbed my hand again and started yanking me to the entrance.

"Come on, let's get you to your dorm," she said.

I chuckled before we went inside, where my mouth dropped. The main hall is just as splendid as the main hall inside the center building with framed painting and massive chandeliers. But my focus was on the students. None of them were wearing their school suits or dresses. Instead, they were in ordinary clothes or dressed as painters, craftsmen, filmmakers. Some of them are making paintings or drawings on the architecture of the building just for fun. The filmmakers used their cameras to shoot around the building to practice different camera angles. I looked at everything that was happening in wonder and Sonia chuckled as we walked.

"We have a lot of studios and other rooms to help students practice their craft out of class, but some of them like to be out in the halls and express how they admire the beauty of the building, being a fancy place and all," she explained.

"I don't mind," I said.

Sonia smiled while still holding my hand, and we went to the elevator, where she pressed a button that took us to the second highest floor in the building. We walked down the hall full of dorm rooms until we are halfway through and Sonia turns to the right to show me a dorm room.

"Alright, room 62010. This is your place, Serena," she says cheerfully. "The key to your dorm should be inside along with your stuff."

I smiled brightly and said, "Great. Thank you so much."

Sonia smiled back before the door to the dorm on the left opens and a girl with violet eyes and long black hair wearing a gray dress carrying a cello case and a boy with short black hair wearing shorts and a purple t-shirt emerge and turn around to see us. The two of them were about to pass by until the girl glanced at me and she stopped with her eyes wide.

"Oh, my goodness!" She exclaimed in a British accent before turning to the guy. "Darling, look! It's Serena Yvonne!"

I am taken aback by her sudden interest in me as the boy turned to me, also surprised.

"Well, I'll be," he said with a smile. "So she really did join the art program too."

I blinked in surprise before turning to Sonia, who gave me a look as a way of saying, "I told you."

"Uh...sorry, who are you?" I asked awkwardly.

The guy and the girl chuckled at each other before the girl answered.

"I'm so sorry," she said before giving me a bow. "My name is Octavia Stone, and I'm a cellist. This is my boyfriend."

The boy smiled and stepped in, saying, "Hi, I'm Andy Welker. I'm a screenwriter. We're both starting our final years here."

"Nice to meet you both," I said with a friendly smile, glad that we were properly introduced.

"Did you just come to the school?" Octavia asked.

"Yes. Sonia just showed me to my dorm," I answered, pointing at my door. "Looks like I'm neighbors with one of you."

The teenage couple looked at each other surprised and then turned back to me with Octavia, giving me a warm smile.

"That would be me, then," she said.

My smile grew, and I said, "Great. I look forward to getting to know both of you."

"You too," Andy said. "It is an honor to have someone who got that scholarship join our program."

Octavia nodded and said, "Speaking of which, what is your passion?"

"Writing," I said. "I want to write stories about love."

"Oh, how nice," Octavia said with a smile. "We don't get many writers here."

"Yeah, I think the only people who are interested in writing like you are me and this third year named Giselle, who is a playwright," Andy says. "So it'll be great to have at least one more person who enjoys writing."

"I'm glad," I said.

Octavia and Andy nodded before the latter cleared his throat.

"Anyway, we better get going," he said. "We need to head to the third music room."

"Uh...the third music room?" I asked, confused.

Octavia gasped and said, "That's right. I'm late for practice."

Sonia chuckled and said, "You two better hurry then. Cilan doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Indeed, he won't," Octavia agreed before giving me a brief smile. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Serena."

"Yeah, you too, Octavia, Andy," I replied as the couple ran down the hall and into the elevator. Once they are gone, I turned to Sonia and asked, "There are three music rooms in here?"

"Seven, actually, but only the first three are being used," Sonia explained. "In fact, this campus is so big that there are multiple libraries, dance halls, cafeterias, and rooms for tea parties all over the campus."

"Wow," I said in disbelief.

Sonia nodded with a smile before she frowned and said, "But while we have all of these rooms for music, dancers, painters, and so on, we don't have a theater for our students to perform any plays."

I frowned and asked, "Why is that?"

"The school board didn't see the idea as beneficial," Sonia answers. "You see, Galar Academy is a high school, but it's also a business. Therefore, they don't believe that creating a theater for students interested in the performing arts would make much of a profit - leastways, while the arts program is still relatively new and doesn't have as many students as the other programs do. Some of the students are trying to convince them to create one by pitching the plays they've written, but they don't ever get the chance to speak to the board."

I looked at the head of the art program sadly, knowing that she wished she could do more for her students. But then she shook her head and smiled at me as if she never brought up the subject.

"But enough about that. Let's go see your dorm," she said.

I politely nodded in agreement before she opened the door and gestured me to come in. I silently went in to find my dorm to be small but no less amazing in my eyes. The walls had the same Victorian designs, and floors were also marble. At the center of the room is a queen-sized bed where my suitcase and the key to my dorm are lying on and a large dresser standing next to it. I looked around to see there is also a writing desk, a small kitchen, a bathroom with a shower and a hot tub. My mouth was completely agape the entire time I looked at the place before turning to Sonia who was amused with my shock.

"T-t-this is where I'm staying?" I asked.

Sonia chuckled and said, "Believe it or not, a place like this may as well be a closet compared to the dorms in other areas of the campus. I take it it's to your liking?"

"Is it ever," I replied. "It's more than I could have dreamed."

Sonia chuckled brightly and said, "Well, I'll let you get settled in."

She turned around to leave, and I walked over to my new bed to unpack my things. Just before she left, however, I heard let out a loud, "Oh," and I turned around curiously to find her walking over to me.

"One more thing, Serena," she said. "Since your new here, your teachers for this program will want to get a good idea about how skilled you are with your craft and what you want to do with it. So while you have a week to get used to things before classes start, I want you to write a short love story. You think you can do that?"

I smiled brightly and said, "Yes, absolutely!"

"Wonderful," Sonia said cheerfully. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Anyway, I better get going. Have fun with your story."

"Thank you," I said excitedly as she left my dorm.

As soon as she was gone, I quickly put the key to my dorm in my pocket and opened my suitcase. I rushed into putting all my clothes in my dresser and my toothbrush in my bathroom before I grabbed what I really wanted to take out my suitcase. Under all of my clothes and other things is my father's typewriter. Even though it was old and we lived in an age of computers, I knew in my heart that I had to bring it so that I could write in memory of him. I took it out of the suitcase and placed it on the writing desk. I then took out a folder of blank pieces of paper and bottles of ink from my suitcase and placed them beside the typewriter. Once I filled it with ink and put a paper in, I sat down with a smile on my face and prepared to start writing.

But then my smile faded as I looked at my hands to see they were frozen in place. I grew worried as I tried to order them to move so that I can start writing, but they didn't move a muscle. I tried to think of why my hands were staying still until my eyes widen, and I made a worrying realization.

I've never been in love.

In all the time I've been determined to write about love like my father, I never once realized that I have no experience with falling in love. My father always knew how to express it because of how much he was deeply in love with my mother, but I have never met someone that I would have feelings for in the romantic sense.

I began to whimper and run my fingers through my short, honey blonde hair with my heart full of dread. My mind started to picture what would happen if I failed to write the love story Sonia requested. She would look at me with disappointment and straight out kick me out of the program. My would-be classmates, including Octavia and Andy, would laugh at me mockingly as I am driven out of the school. I would have to use what little money I brought with me to fly back to Kalos. I would have no choice but to go to. Lumiose High School and find a hardworking job like my mother wanted. Within a matter of a couple of weeks, my dream would be crushed before I could try to achieve it after all of my hard work to get in this school.

It was in this moment of panic that an unconscious, dark-skinned girl with purple hair feel right through my ceiling.