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Vol I: The families
Art not mine
Chapter I: Prologue
14th March, 3I556 657 of the tenth Trincets
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      The huge ancient clock which stand on the Central district Library’s wall just ticked 4 o’clock in the afternoon. This is the time when day classes have just ended and also the time when night classes’ students ought to wake up to get ready for their day (or night). But well, seem like someone has decided to ditch her classes today. Sitting inside one of a few private room in the library, Martha is lazily gliding her delicate hand through the piles of books that she borrowed from the library earlier. People usually call her a bookworm since she always spends most of her time in the school’s library. But in fact, she’s not even a bit slightly like a bookworm. It’s true that Martha read tons of books from time to times, however, the reason why she is always found roaming around the library is that it’s hard for teacher to find her in here if they found out she ditched their classes. As for why she read books if she just only use this place for a hideout, she was bored so why not do something productive (while ditching classes). Letting her head rests on the table, Martha looks outside the arch stone window which is covered in orange with maple leaves all over the school backyard that brings her the feeling of peace of this place.... Wait what? Maple leaves are red?? In March?
      Martha immediately stands up as fast as she possibly can, thought she just found a miracle. But the reality just hit her BANG on the head. Well, this scenery, it’s too familiar for her ever since twelve years old, more exactly, ever since she met him, that mess of a guy.
       “Daniel!” after calling whoever overthere’s name, and face pokes out from under the window. “Oya? Realized it’s me already?” The young boy replies back to her. The boy looks just the same age as Martha herself, he’s quite mischievous though with that tone and that smirk as his signature. “School has just ended and now you seem quite energetic for the one that was just staying in class for a whole day huh? You mf?” Martha retorts to the poor boy that is still standing outside the cold backyard. “Aww, come on Mathy~ be nice once for a change will you?” Despite trying to use his adorable puppy eyes on her, the cold-hearted girl just keeps on reading the book on her table casually, ignoring that all-too-familiar boy in her childhood.
Intro: A life
I’M NOT ACTUALLY EXISTED!!!
Name: Maria Claudi Nestalon (Breslin)Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Martha Breslin
Claudia
Aiko Sharai
Mitsuki Inori
Fukunaga Ayani
Age: unknown
Birthday: 7th December, 3 BTT
Sibling(s): Kevin Nestalon
Role: Checker
Tremist:Â Confidential
Godbless:Â Denki
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This gonna be my blog from today. The story about me and my simplist (There are gonna have a lot of references though cuz you know, I’m not that creative).
AND I’M INEXPERIENCED IN WRITING STUFF OR COPY RIGHT RULES SO PLEASE REMIND ME IF THERE’S ANY.
Hope this will one day discover by one of my friends or family but let just keep this a secret for now.
The story behind each name will be revealed soon...