Daily Drama (In American TV Shows)

After lunch, as usual, Gabe and I went out to the garden to throw the ball.

"With the tuning pegs, you can adjust the pitch of each string. The strings produce a note on their own when played open, but when you press them at certain points on the fretboard, which is the longest part of the guitar, this note can change. There are seven natural notes," said Gabe excitedly as we threw the ball, "but since the guitar only has six strings, you have to press different strings on any of the frets, which are the divisions on the fretboard, to get the other two notes," he continued with a big smile.

Smiling, I nodded and listened to what Gabe was saying. "What's up?" Gabe asked when he noticed my silence and smile.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just glad you're enjoying learning the guitar," I said as I threw the ball back to him.

Gabe didn't say anything, but his broad smile told me he was happy.

We continued playing for a few more minutes until Georgia came out of the Cooper's house, looking annoyed, still wearing his backpack.

"What's up, Georgie?" I asked, waving at him.

"My mom asked me to sit with Sheldon during lunch tomorrow, so I escaped before she could force me," he said, tossing his backpack to the ground and asking Gabe for the ball.

"So that's why she were in the cafeteria today?" I asked, "She was worried because Sheldon doesn't have anyone to sit with," I continued.

"Haha, your mom was in the cafeteria at your school? I'm only nine, and even I know how embarrassing that is," Gabe teased Georgie, receiving the ball they threw at him.

We finished playing as it started getting dark. Gabe and I said goodbye to Georgie before heading back into the house.

Gabe quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, while I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and headed to my room. But before I could enter my room, I was pulled into Mom and Bob's room.

"Shhh," Mom said, pressing her hand against my mouth, "you'll wake up your father if you make so much noise," she said, even though I hadn't made a sound, looking out of her room's door towards the living room and speaking as quietly as possible.

"What's going on, Mom?" I asked, removing her hand from my mouth. "I tried to tell your Dad about the pregnancy, but I couldn't do it. It's like the universe is conspiring against me. I tried to tell him, but he started talking about termites in Uruguay and how they can destroy entire buildings in a matter of months. He seemed so happy talking about those insects that I couldn't say anything. PJ, help me," she said, gripping my shirt.

"I don't know what I can do for you, Mom. Do you want me to tell him?" I asked, taking her hand to prevent her from ruining my shirt.

"No! I have to tell him myself," Mom quickly replied in an agitated tone, "but I just can't find the right moment." She continued, much calmer, "I don't think there's a perfect moment, Mom. You just have to tell him, and he'll understand," I said, trying to calm her down even more.

Still a little agitated, Mom started to breathe more steadily. I guided her to the bed and sat her down carefully. "He already has three children; I don't think the news of a fourth will upset him too much," I said while patting her back.

With a long sigh and a deep breath, she said resolutely, "You're right, PJ. I'm just a bit anxious, that's all. I'll tell him tomorrow, without fear. I'll just tell him, and that's it." Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she said, "Even that doctor, House, knows about my pregnancy. I asked Dr. Richards if he had told him, but apparently, he didn't. I don't know how he found out. He said it was obvious, but no one else but you has figured it out." She said, intrigued.

"Maybe he guessed it," I replied, "when he told you that you were pregnant, what did you say to him?" I asked.

"Well, at first, I thought Dr. Richards had told him, so I got angry. When I asked him if Dr. Richards had told him, he just laughed and walked away without saying anything," Mom said, "then I went to ask Dr. Richards if he had told him, but he assured me that he hadn't. So I don't know how he could've guessed it."

"He probably noticed your symptoms. Today at lunch, you felt nauseous once, you go to the bathroom frequently, you try to hide your fatigue but it's evident, and most importantly, your mood has been changing," I commented, not paying much attention.

Noticing Mom's silence, I quickly looked back at her.

"How do you know all that, PJ?" Mom asked, intrigued, with a furrowed brow.

"Well, there are books about pregnancies in the school library, which is not strange at all, right?" I quickly lied, trying to change the subject with a nervous laugh.

With a furrowed brow, Mom seemed to think for a few seconds until her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Oh, PJ," she said, pulling me into a hug, "you're so worried about me that you started reading a book about pregnancies." She continued, squeezing me tightly in the already strong embrace, "you're such a good son," she said, tearfully on my shirt.

I gently patted her shoulder, trying to calm her.

We stayed like that for a few minutes until Mom calmed down, pulled away from me with a tear-stained face, and said, "You stink, go take a shower," as she chuckled a little, still with mucus on her face.

With a soft laugh, I said goodbye to Mom and headed to the bathroom that Gabe had vacated several minutes ago.

After my shower, back in our room like every night for the past week, Gabe was playing one of the guitars. However, unlike last week, he was now paying special attention to his left hand, which was holding the thinnest part of the guitar.

As for me, I was getting ready to practice some suturing again, but this time, instead of using an orange, I had grabbed a banana from the kitchen right after leaving the bathroom a few moments before.

"In theory, if I press these three strings at the same time and strum," said Gabe, his face full of concentration.

I watched as he pressed the strings with great force, causing the tips of his fingers to turn white and tremble a bit. When he strummed the strings with his right hand, a muted and completely out-of-tune sound came out, obviously not what he had hoped for. Disappointed, Gabe put the guitar aside and lowered his head in defeat, gazing at the palms of his hands.

"I can't do it," I heard him say as he clenched his hands in front of his face.

Setting aside my suturing tools on the desk, I approached the dejected child and sat down beside him.

"You know, when I lost my memory, I thought I couldn't be the brother that you and Teddy deserved, or the son that Mom and Dad raised. But even with the memory loss, I remembered that I couldn't just give up and not try. You might fail at first, yes, but if you keep trying, I promise you'll succeed," I said calmly as I handed the guitar back to him and stood up.

Returning to my desk, I waited for him to give it another shot. I started with a simple suture when I heard it.

The clear sound of a note from the guitar.

With a little triumphant shout, Gabe said, "That's a C*," I congratulated him with a big smile, which he mirrored. After that, he continued playing notes on the guitar, explaining their names to me while I continued suturing. When there was no more room on the banana for another suture, I stored the tools and discarded the remaining parts after eating the fruit.

Gabe continued practicing with his guitar for several more minutes until it was time to sleep.

The next day, just as I had become accustomed to, my body woke up a couple of minutes before the alarm. I dressed in sportswear, laced up my running shoes, did some quick warm-ups in the living room, and headed out for my daily run.

Returning after my strength exercises to the backyard, Mom and Bob were already awake. I took the glass of water that Mom had prepared for me, bid them farewell, and headed for a quick shower before grabbing a fruit for breakfast.

On the way to school, Bob handed me ten dollars. "Here you go, PJ. Good luck in class, son, and give it your best at practice," he said, patting my back as I got out of his rather old truck.

The first two periods were as usual, with Sheldon competing with me to answer questions and solve problems while I supported my classmates who asked for my help.

During lunch, nothing out of the ordinary happened. I chatted with my friends about plays we could try during practice or upcoming movies.

When the free period came, I went to the library where I had a study session planned with Regina, Karen, and Gretchen.

The library had very few people, apart from the librarian, Miss Hutchins. "Good morning," I greeted her as soon as I entered.

"Ah, PJ, how are you? Good morning. Are you here for a book? As I recall, you returned the book you borrowed last week," she said, intrigued.

I had been visiting the library regularly as I needed to refresh some topics, so Miss Hutchins already recognized me. "I'm doing well, Miss Hutchins. I'm just here to study with some friends. They should be here any minute," I replied with a smile.

"I've told you to call me Sheryl, PJ. You're my favorite student. You're one of the few people who treat me with decency and look me in the eyes when talking to me, well, except for Sheldon, but you know how he is," she said.

"Yes, sometimes it's hard to like that kid. Well, I'll take a seat now. Thank you, Miss Hutchins," I said, ignoring her request; it felt weird to call her by her first name.

I took a mathematics book from the nearby shelves and sat down at a long table in the corner of the library, starting to read while waiting for the girls to arrive.

"Oh, PJ, hi, you're studying mathematics, huh? I see. I'd be studying too if I hadn't missed 7% of the total questions this semester," Sheldon said, haughtily, taking a seat at a table not far from mine.

"Hello, Sheldon. Yes, I'm doing well, thanks for asking" I said ignoring his attempted attack. "What are you doing here? And why don't you sit with—" I was about to ask when Miss Hutchins interrupted me. "Try this," she said, leaving a yellow book on the table in front of Sheldon. "It's been around a while, but it's still quite popular," she said with a smile, "unlike me, who's just been around a while," she continued, losing her smile, "Oh, hi again, PJ, I didn't see you there," she said with a big smile as she walked away.

"What do you have there, Sheldon?" I asked, trying to get closer to see the cover of the book.

Taking the book and reading the title out loud, Sheldon replied, "How to Win Friends and Influence People," with a half-smile he said, "maybe this will help me."

"Sheldon, you know that I am—" I was saying until I was interrupted again.

"PJ, there you are!" Regina exclaimed. "We didn't know where the library was, so we had to ask for directions to get here," she continued with a slight smile, batting her eyelashes.

"Hello, Regina. Where are Karen and Gretchen?" I asked. "Oh, they were coming behind me," she said, surprised and intrigued as she turned to look for her friends. "There they are! Girls, PJ is here," she shouted to her friends, who seemed lost in one of the library aisles.

"Agh, Regina, there are no magazines of any kind here, not even about shoes. Isn't this a library? Why are there only dumb books, and they don't even have pictures?" Karen exclaimed in frustration, a bit disgusted.

Hearing a chair being dragged, I saw Sheldon getting up from his seat, muttering under his breath, "books with pictures," and quickly leaving the library.

Chuckling at the situation, I said, "So, shall we get started?"

Each of them took a seat and got their notepads ready. "What do you need help with? First-degree equations, factorization, notable products?" I asked as I glanced through the pages of the book.

"Well, I thought, why not? First, we'll start with some questions about you. Before you can teach us anything, I'd like to know more about you, PJ. All we know is your name and that you're the quarterback," Regina said, holding onto my arm.

"And you smell really nice," Karen said suddenly.

"Yeah, that," Regina said, hugging my arm a little tighter.

"Okay..." I said, feeling somewhat unsure, "as you know, my name is PJ Duncan. I have two siblings , my mom is a nurse, and my dad is an exterminator. We used to live in Colorado, but dad got a great opportunity for his company, so we moved here."

"Wow, you come from another country," Karen said, eyes wide in surprise.

"Karen, Colorado is in the United States," Gretchen said, exasperated.

Still with my arm trapped in her hands, Regina leaned in closer to me. I could smell her perfume and the shampoo from her hair, which was too close to my face. "And what do you like to do in your free time, PJ from Colorado?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes rapidly.

"I do some exercise in the mornings and enjoy playing with my brother Gabe," I said, a bit dazed by the scent.

"Oh yes, some exercise," Regina said, pressing my arm and getting even closer.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable in my pants, I was taken aback. Oh no, this is bad. It must be teenage hormones. I moved away slightly from Regina, but even with my arm still trapped, she followed and got even closer. I could feel her breasts against my arm, and I tried to hide the erection in my pants with a leg movement.

"So, PJ, is there anything else you like to do outside of school?" she asked in a low voice, sounding very seductive.

It's hard to think; I could feel Regina's breath on my neck, one of her hands caressing the side of my arm, and the other pressing against my bicep.

With my mouth a bit dry, I stammered, looking at her lips, "Well, Regina, I, I..." until I was interrupted again.

"Superstar!" Brock yelled as he appeared with my other three friends.

Regina quickly let go of my arm, and I took the opportunity to adjust myself and hide my erection.

"Hey, guys, you came! Take a seat; let me introduce you, although I think you already know each other. Regina, Gretchen, and Karen, these are my friends and teammates, Brock, Alan, David, and Georgie," I said with relief, introducing them as they took their seats and greeted the girls with some shyness.

"Hi, guys," Regina said with a forced smile.

"Did you guys already start?" Alan asked mockingly, raising an eyebrow at the short distance between Regina and me. "Studying, of course," he added after a moment.

"No, we were just about to," I said, opening the book again. "So, what problems are you having?" I continued.

"Why do math problems suddenly have letters? They used to be only numbers," Karen said, looking at her notebook with clear signs of effort on her face.

And so, I began to explain to each one about the questions they had. We started with math doubts, then moved on to science and even English. Gretchen and Alan were the ones with the most questions, seeming more serious about their studies than the others. Georgie, David, and Brock seemed to compete for Karen's attention, and she happily chatted with them about anything they came up with.

Meanwhile, Regina took advantage of moments of silence between questions to ask me her own 'questions': "Did you have a girlfriend in Colorado?" "What type of cologne do you use?" "Do you like dogs or cats?" questions of that sort.

We continued studying until the bell for the next period rang. Gathering our things, we all walked together to the library's exit.

"Thank you so much for helping us study, PJ. I learned a lot today," Regina said again, with her hand on my arm.

"Yes, PJ, thank you so much," Gretchen added, along with Karen, who continued chatting with my friends.

"You're welcome. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask," I said, smiling at Regina.

"Alright! See you later, PJ, guys," Regina said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and waving goodbye to my friends.

"See you. Have a good day," Miss Hutchins said as the girls passed by her desk. She received no response, only lowered her head in defeat and continued with her work.

"Karen is totally into me," Brock said suddenly, watching the girls walk away. "What? Are you blind, friend? It's clear she was talking more with me," Georgie said, offended. "Guys, guys, you don't know what's in a lady's heart like Karen's. I do, and she clearly only had eyes for me," David said, raising his head proudly.

Laughing at my friends' antics, I began to walk out of the library, but Brock got in my way.

He stopped me and allowed the others to leave the room.

With seriousness, he said, "Brother, you have to arrange another study session with the girls. I need to talk to Karen again to prove to Georgie and David that she was into me," with a confident expression on his face.

"Why don't you go and talk to her yourself, 'brother'?" I asked mockingly.

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and he couldn't answer for a few seconds.

Seeing him struggle, I felt sorry for him, so putting an end to his suffering, I placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Sure, man, I can invite them to study together again tomorrow. How about that?" 

Immediately, his expression brightened, and with enthusiasm, he said, "You're the best, superstar!"

"Yes, yes, you can pay me back later," I responded with a smile.

After the last period I collected my things and tried to go talk to Sheldon. But again, Brock cut me off. "What do you think I should ask Karen tomorrow, maybe what her favorite food is so I know where to invite her to eat, or maybe what she likes to do in her free time" he said stopping me.

"I don't know friend, maybe you want to know her more before asking her out, what if you don't like her?" I answered while giving room for the last classmate to pass.

"I don't care how she is, she's hot, that's what matters most mate" he said with resolution on his face.

"We have to go or we'll be late for practice." I said laughing at his nonsense.

Fully equipped on the field, it was just the two of us missing again.

With a wicked grin on his face, Coach Cooper blew his whistle to get our attention. "Since your quarterback arrived late, as a gift, he'll make you do a few laps," he shouted after blowing his whistle again. "Run, ladies!"

"Thank your quarterback for such a kind gift," Coach Wilkins said as he approached Coach Cooper to talk.

My teammates came up to me with annoyed faces, giving me a small punch on the shoulder and muttering, "Thanks," as they passed.

Running along the edge of the field, we crossed paths with the cheerleading team training. With a big smile, Regina yelled, "Let's go, PJ!" Her two friends joined in, and Brock, who was running beside me, waved enthusiastically in their direction, not really caring if any of them waved back. Chuckling at my friend's behavior, I returned the greeting with a slight hand gesture and, making an effort, started to pick up speed. I shouted, "Whoever overtakes me gets the right to ask me for help with any subject's homework."

This seemed to motivate several of my teammates, as they quickly followed, trying to pass me.

I managed to beat everyone except David, who, in a final effort, surpassed me. Lying on the ground but with my arms up, I shouted, "Yes, I won't be helping you with math homework anymore!" Laughing at his surprise, I helped him to his feet. "Yes, yes, it was just one assignment; I won't be doing all your math homework forever, my friend."

He stood there in amazement, saying, "What?" incredulously.

"Yeah, it was just one assignment; I'm not doing all your homework forever," I said as I walked towards the coaches in the middle of the field ignoring his face of disbelief.

"I hope you warmed up well, ladies. We're going to train for real," Coach Wilkins said, blowing his whistle.

"As you know, it's defense with Coach Wilkins, offense with me," Coach Cooper said as he walked to one side of the field.

The training went on as usual.

In the end, Coach Cooper asked us to wait in the locker rooms.

"As you know, next week is the first game of the season. I want you to eat well and rest as much as you need after each training session this week. If we stick to our plays, we can win," Coach Cooper said seriously.

"Now Coach Wilkins has a few words for you," he said, allowing the coach to speak. "The team we're facing has—"

He explained about the opposing team, their strengths and weaknesses, so we'd know what to focus on during the week's training. When he finished, we were allowed to leave. Since I was driving with Coach Cooper and Georgie, I quickly took a shower to clean off the dirt and sweat and headed home.

At the Cooper's house, Teddy and Gabe were sitting at their kitchen table with Missy. Teddy seemed to be helping the two boys with their homework, so I joined them and provided more detailed explanations for the points that Teddy skipped over.

When they finished, my siblings picked up their stuff, said goodbye to Missy, and with a thank you to Mrs. Cooper, we left to go home. On our way out, we crossed paths with Mr. Cooper, who was reading the newspaper on the living room couch alongside Sheldon, who had the book Miss Hutchins had given him today in his hand.

It seemed like they had finished talking, as Sheldon was leaving. "George," Sheldon said, pausing for a moment and turning to speak with his father. After that, he walked away without noticing our presence.

"See you later, Mr. Cooper. Thanks for driving me today," I said, receiving a wave in return.

Back in our living room, I was peacefully reading my book when Gabe burst in laughing hysterically. "Oh, you should've seen it, PJ. The little genius approached me and said he was genuinely interested in me, so I made up a lot of things, and he believed it all."

"You don't have to tease him so much, Gabe. He has trouble relating to people; I think he was trying to be your friend. You should give him a chance; he's your age, after all," I scolded him a bit.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Gabe said as he walked away, laughing. "Haha, I'm thirty in the body of a nine-year-old; how can he fall for that?"

With a tired smile, I continued reading my book.

After dinner today I went up to mom and asked her if she had told bob, "no, but I promise I'll tell him tomorrow", she answered without much confidence.

The next day at school, during lunchtime, at Brock's insistence, I approached the table that the three girls had claimed.

"Hi, girls, good morning," I greeted them as I stood in front of their table.

"Hi, PJ, what's up?" Regina said, smiling widely and adjusting her hair.

"I was wondering if you'd like to study again today in the library, like yesterday," I said.

"Yes, I'd love to," Regina responded quickly with a big smile, ignoring her friends who hadn't answered the question.

Without asking again, I looked at the other two girls, who simply nodded.

After saying goodbye to the girls, I returned to my usual table.

"There you go, we'll see them in the library during the free period," I told my excited friend, who celebrated a bit.

During the free period, my friends and I were once again sitting at the table in the library.

Brock seemed very nervous, fidgeting in his seat with clenched hands, and muttering things under his breath as if he was talking to himself.

"Are you okay, buddy?" I asked, making him lose his concentration.

"Yeah, just a little nervous. I'm going to see Karen again, and I want to make a good impression," Brock said, adjusting his hair and straightening up in his seat.

Ignoring my friends' laughter, I gave him some reassuring taps on the shoulder.

"Hey, PJ," I heard Regina cheerfully behind me, "and guys," she continued with less enthusiasm, "what are they doing here? I thought it would be just you and me this time," she asked me with intrigue.

"Oh, no, I also invited my friends, and Karen and Gretchen. Aren't they coming?" I asked, surprised.

Regina seemed in shock, remaining silent for a moment, and her face had only a half-smile. "Oh, yes, of course, they must have stayed outside the library," she quickly said, snapping out of her daze, and she hurriedly left the library.

Regina returned a few moments later with her friends, and they took their seats. We started just like the day before, answering their questions. Gretchen continued to ask many questions, and some of the questions she asked were repetitions from the previous day, but I didn't mind, and I answered any doubts she had.

Regina, who couldn't sit beside me this time, continued asking me personal questions and adding details about her life.

She frequently tried to get her hand closer to mine on the table, but wanting to avoid a repeat of yesterday's incident, I avoided it.

When the bell signaling the end of the period rang, the girls quickly left the library after a hasty goodbye.

My friends started discussing something again, and Alan wasn't involved.

"I'm telling you, she laughed at my joke, not your imitation," David said arrogantly to Georgie.

Ignoring my friends and laughing a bit, I left the library after bidding farewell to Miss Hutchins.

The day went by smoothly; there was no training today, so I left with Georgie and Mr. Cooper in his car.

At home, nothing special happened. I helped Teddy with his homework, played with Gabe for a few hours, and practiced my knowledge by inventing patients in my head with different conditions.

Mom again promised to tell Bob the next day, when i asked if she told him yet.

The next day, after finishing my lunch at school, I went alone to the library to borrow a book. At the library's entrance, I saw Sheldon leaving. He stood still for a second, and then he turned back inside.

I followed him into the library, and Sheldon was talking to a boy of Asian descent. "Hello, Sheldon," I interrupted.

"Ah, PJ, hi. This is my new friend, Tam. Tam, this is PJ; he's my neighbor," Sheldon said, introducing us.

"Hello, Tam, nice to meet you. It's good to see Sheldon making another friend," I said, shaking the boy's hand.

"PJ Duncan, I know you. There are very few people who don't know you. You date Regina George, and despite being the quarterback of the school, you're famous for helping people with their schoolwork," the boy said, shaking my hand enthusiastically.

"Another friend? Tam it's my first friend. You're mistaken," Sheldon said with a furrowed brow.

"I'm your friend too, Sheldon. I tried to talk to you about that in the library the day before yesterday, but you left before we could talk," I said, smiling at Sheldon.

"If you're PJ Duncan's friend, that makes him my friend by association," Tam said excitedly, pointing at Sheldon. "I'm PJ Duncan's friend," he repeated softly.

"I didn't know we could be considered friends. I thought we were knowledge rivals. Are you telling me that all my search for friendships is futile? You were already my friend?" Sheldon exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Yes, Sheldon, we're already friends, and yes, we're 'knowledge rivals,' but that doesn't make us any less friends," I reassured him.

"Oh, that's nice. Now I have two friends. Mom will be happy," Sheldon said with a big smile. "Well, see you in class, PJ. Goodbye, Tam," he suddenly bid farewell.

"So, PJ Duncan, my friend," said Tam.

"Yes?" I asked, smiling.

Apparently, he had nothing else to say, and with a blank face, he took the books that Miss Hutchins had just stamped and quickly left.

"I think you broke him," Miss Hutchins said with a smile. "Well, PJ, what can I do for you?" she asked, returning her attention to me.

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Glossary:

C*: Apparently, in the United States, musical notes are represented by letters A, B, C, D, E, F, and G. In Mexico, we know them as Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, and Si.

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Author's Thoughts:

I am not American.

End of this episode, this chapter serves to explain three important things. I had planned to make it shorter to quickly reach the interaction with House and start the first subplot (Boom! spoilers of my own novel within my own novel), but then I thought about using this chapter as a response to some questions that were asked in previous chapters.

1. The MC wants to be a better person than in his past life, so the guitars he gave to Gabe are going to be Gabe's. At the moment he gave them to him, it was with the condition that he truly wanted them. Seeing that Gabe is genuinely enjoying the process of learning music, the MC doesn't regret giving him the guitars.

2. As mentioned in the previous chapter, the MC was a complete antisocial in his past life. It wasn't explicitly written, but he had never had a romantic approach with a woman. Being in the body of a teenager, he physically reacts like one, but it bothers him mentally. He doesn't know how to flirt or be with a woman. If you're looking for a novel where the MC immediately becomes a heartbreaker, a gigolo, this is not your story. The MC will evolve as he experiences things in his new life, so don't expect him to remain as dense as he is now. I ask you to bear with his current behavior to see how he develops as a character.

3. The MC is an ordinary person, smarter than the average, but still just an ordinary person. There's no system or special abilities. This novel will focus on hard work and effort as main themes. The MC won't be handed everything on a silver platter.

Thank you very much for reading. Leave a review please.

And that's it, I believe that's all. As always, if you find an error, please comment so I can fix it immediately.

P.S.: We are approaching a very important moment in Mexico, the return to classes. I am a university student and will be going back to classes in August. I won't have as much time to write, but I will still write every day. However, the chapters will be published less frequently. Right now, with these nine chapters, I have this schedule: some days it takes me two days to write, and others only one. You can notice this in the times it takes me to publish.

There's still about a week with this schedule, but in the coming weeks, the pace will start to slow down.

P.S.2: Almost 5500 words.

:D