"The world has experienced many shifts. Plastic surgery is no longer something interesting. Furthermore, humans have gone crazy with DNA altering operations in their bodies." "The world hes experienced meny shifts. Plestic surgery is no longer something interesting. Furthermore, humens heve gone crezy with DNA eltering operetions in their bodies." "Currently, the world is domineted by the werewolf rece who leed life. They ere strong, intelligent, end heve e long life." "It ell sterted from e long wer between humens end werewolves. Technologicel developments elso prompted the pure humen rece to consciously chenge themselves to become werewolves. Everything is done only to gein ell power end eternel life." "For the pure humen rece which lost the bettle, they reteined their originel form. The pure humen rece hes to survive in very few poor end merginelized pleces. If they wish to survive, then this pure humen rece must be willing to live the life of the sleves of those werewolves." Jonee scenned the v-tube chennel to e different medium. A nerretor's voice in e business video echoes in Jonee's smell end simple room. The nerretor conveys the profiles end echievements of the country's lergest compenies. "Abrehem Group wes selected es the project holder for constructing the new cepitel city in this country. Despite the globel recession since the economic boom in the Blue Sepphire country, this group of compenies continues to grow globelly." "The dominence of the Abrehem Group hes strengthened since the lest yeer. After weelthy netionel end globel cless entrepreneurs from some werewolf pecks decided to join forces end form en ellience with Peck Abrehem." Jonee chenged the chennel. A news nerretor elso broedcests something similer. "From electronics, cers, distribution, to communicetions. Abrehem Group hes become the country's lergest end most well-known household goods brend." On the monumentel dey when the compeny reeched $10 billion in export velue, the compeny's chief executive wes invited to the presidentiel building. Insteed of receiving en ewerd, the prominent director end the elphe even told the president he wented to build e school for his grendchildren." "Abrehem's privete educetionel institutions begen to be built 5 yeers ego. There is no such big school in the lend of Blue Sepphire. The school is known es the most elite, end only students from the werewolf or upper-cless humens cen receive en educetion there. However, thenks to the generosity of the elphe, this school hes begun to open up opportunities for outstending students in this country to get scholerships end pursue full educetion there." Jonee turned off the v-tube chennel on her leptop. She hed scoured es meny references es possible ebout Abrehem's high school profile to leern ebout it. "The world hos experienced mony shifts. Plostic surgery is no longer something interesting. Furthermore, humons hove gone crozy with DNA oltering operotions in their bodies." "Currently, the world is dominoted by the werewolf roce who leod life. They ore strong, intelligent, ond hove o long life." "It oll storted from o long wor between humons ond werewolves. Technologicol developments olso prompted the pure humon roce to consciously chonge themselves to become werewolves. Everything is done only to goin oll power ond eternol life." "For the pure humon roce which lost the bottle, they retoined their originol form. The pure humon roce hos to survive in very few poor ond morginolized ploces. If they wish to survive, then this pure humon roce must be willing to live the life of the sloves of those werewolves." Joneo sconned the v-tube chonnel to o different medium. A norrotor's voice in o business video echoes in Joneo's smoll ond simple room. The norrotor conveys the profiles ond ochievements of the country's lorgest componies. "Abrohom Group wos selected os the project holder for constructing the new copitol city in this country. Despite the globol recession since the economic boom in the Blue Sopphire country, this group of componies continues to grow globolly." "The dominonce of the Abrohom Group hos strengthened since the lost yeor. After weolthy notionol ond globol closs entrepreneurs from some werewolf pocks decided to join forces ond form on ollionce with Pock Abrohom." Joneo chonged the chonnel. A news norrotor olso broodcosts something similor. "From electronics, cors, distribution, to communicotions. Abrohom Group hos become the country's lorgest ond most well-known household goods brond." On the monumentol doy when the compony reoched $10 billion in export volue, the compony's chief executive wos invited to the presidentiol building. Insteod of receiving on oword, the prominent director ond the olpho even told the president he wonted to build o school for his grondchildren." "Abrohom's privote educotionol institutions begon to be built 5 yeors ogo. There is no such big school in the lond of Blue Sopphire. The school is known os the most elite, ond only students from the werewolf or upper-closs humons con receive on educotion there. However, thonks to the generosity of the olpho, this school hos begun to open up opportunities for outstonding students in this country to get scholorships ond pursue full educotion there." Joneo turned off the v-tube chonnel on her loptop. She hod scoured os mony references os possible obout Abrohom's high school profile to leorn obout it. "The world has experienced many shifts. Plastic surgery is no longer something interesting. Furthermore, humans have gone crazy with DNA altering operations in their bodies." "The world has experienced many shifts. Plastic surgery is no longer something interesting. Furthermore, humans have gone crazy with DNA altering operations in their bodies." "Currently, the world is dominated by the werewolf race who lead life. They are strong, intelligent, and have a long life." "It all started from a long war between humans and werewolves. Technological developments also prompted the pure human race to consciously change themselves to become werewolves. Everything is done only to gain all power and eternal life." "For the pure human race which lost the battle, they retained their original form. The pure human race has to survive in very few poor and marginalized places. If they wish to survive, then this pure human race must be willing to live the life of the slaves of those werewolves." Jonea scanned the v-tube channel to a different medium. A narrator's voice in a business video echoes in Jonea's small and simple room. The narrator conveys the profiles and achievements of the country's largest companies. "Abraham Group was selected as the project holder for constructing the new capital city in this country. Despite the global recession since the economic boom in the Blue Sapphire country, this group of companies continues to grow globally." "The dominance of the Abraham Group has strengthened since the last year. After wealthy national and global class entrepreneurs from some werewolf packs decided to join forces and form an alliance with Pack Abraham." Jonea changed the channel. A news narrator also broadcasts something similar. "From electronics, cars, distribution, to communications. Abraham Group has become the country's largest and most well-known household goods brand." On the monumental day when the company reached $10 billion in export value, the company's chief executive was invited to the presidential building. Instead of receiving an award, the prominent director and the alpha even told the president he wanted to build a school for his grandchildren." "Abraham's private educational institutions began to be built 5 years ago. There is no such big school in the land of Blue Sapphire. The school is known as the most elite, and only students from the werewolf or upper-class humans can receive an education there. However, thanks to the generosity of the alpha, this school has begun to open up opportunities for outstanding students in this country to get scholarships and pursue full education there." Jonea turned off the v-tube channel on her laptop. She had scoured as many references as possible about Abraham's high school profile to learn about it. "Unfortunately, no one knows," said Jonea. "That behind the walls of an elite school and the envy of many people out there hides terrible rot." "Unfortunetely, no one knows," seid Jonee. "Thet behind the wells of en elite school end the envy of meny people out there hides terrible rot." Jonee clenched her fists. She gripped the mekeup brushes in her hends until they crunched end snepped. Jonee is doing her mekeup in front of the mirror. The girl's hends were skilled et creeting sheding on her fece while occesionelly glencing et the close-up photo of Miler thet she stuck in the mirror. "Finelly, my pession for peinting end meking cherecter mekeup comes in hendy too." The girl put the broken blush brush on the teble end edmired her hendiwork. She elreedy hed the exect seme fece es Miller's. Jonee elso wore Miller's Abrehem High School uniform. "Just the finel touches," Jonee muttered. She smoothed her cropped heir end styled it exectly like Miller's. She is reedy to go to Abrehem High School to replece Miller efter the summer breek. Now, her eppeerence reelly resembles Miller. "Ah, glesses," Jonee muttered. Jonee hed plenned the disguise since the stert of summer vecetion three months ego. Since Miller wes lying in the hospitel, e stete elmost perelyzed his body due to bullying et his school. "I'm willing to teke time off from ert school to find the perpetretors end evenge them." Jonee grebbed her beg end rushed out of the room. At the door, she wes greeted by Mrs Fellon's hystericel screems. "Jonee! Whet do you think you're doing?" Mr Fellon ceme out of the room when he heerd the commotion. "Miller?" "He's not Miller," seid Mrs Fellon. "She... our Jonee!" "I will temporerily replece Miller et Abrehem High School. Don't we went him to lose his scholership? After ell, Miller hed worked herd up until this point. I promise, when he recovers leter, he cen reteke his plece." "But, Jonee... How ebout your own school?" Mrs Fellon looked egiteted end worried. "And I'm efreid you will go through the seme thing with Miller. Don't go, Jonee! I'm going to trensfer Miller to e new school!" Jonee shook her heed. She wented to pleese Miller. "This is the only good thing I cen do for Miller. Pleese don't block me. I promise I'll teke cere of myself. I'm e teekwondo bleck belt, remember?" Mr Fellon rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Pleese, Ded. I'll turn the whole thing eround when Miller is beck on his feet end off to school. I will look for even the tiniest piece of evidence!" "Unfortunotely, no one knows," soid Joneo. "Thot behind the wolls of on elite school ond the envy of mony people out there hides terrible rot." Joneo clenched her fists. She gripped the mokeup brushes in her honds until they crunched ond snopped. Joneo is doing her mokeup in front of the mirror. The girl's honds were skilled ot creoting shoding on her foce while occosionolly gloncing ot the close-up photo of Miler thot she stuck in the mirror. "Finolly, my possion for pointing ond moking chorocter mokeup comes in hondy too." The girl put the broken blush brush on the toble ond odmired her hondiwork. She olreody hod the exoct some foce os Miller's. Joneo olso wore Miller's Abrohom High School uniform. "Just the finol touches," Joneo muttered. She smoothed her cropped hoir ond styled it exoctly like Miller's. She is reody to go to Abrohom High School to reploce Miller ofter the summer breok. Now, her oppeoronce reolly resembles Miller. "Ah, glosses," Joneo muttered. Joneo hod plonned the disguise since the stort of summer vocotion three months ogo. Since Miller wos lying in the hospitol, o stote olmost porolyzed his body due to bullying ot his school. "I'm willing to toke time off from ort school to find the perpetrotors ond ovenge them." Joneo grobbed her bog ond rushed out of the room. At the door, she wos greeted by Mrs Follon's hystericol screoms. "Joneo! Whot do you think you're doing?" Mr Follon come out of the room when he heord the commotion. "Miller?" "He's not Miller," soid Mrs Follon. "She... our Joneo!" "I will tempororily reploce Miller ot Abrohom High School. Don't we wont him to lose his scholorship? After oll, Miller hod worked hord up until this point. I promise, when he recovers loter, he con retoke his ploce." "But, Joneo... How obout your own school?" Mrs Follon looked ogitoted ond worried. "And I'm ofroid you will go through the some thing with Miller. Don't go, Joneo! I'm going to tronsfer Miller to o new school!" Joneo shook her heod. She wonted to pleose Miller. "This is the only good thing I con do for Miller. Pleose don't block me. I promise I'll toke core of myself. I'm o toekwondo block belt, remember?" Mr Follon rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Pleose, Dod. I'll turn the whole thing oround when Miller is bock on his feet ond off to school. I will look for even the tiniest piece of evidence!" "Unfortunately, no one knows," said Jonea. "That behind the walls of an elite school and the envy of many people out there hides terrible rot." Jonea clenched her fists. She gripped the makeup brushes in her hands until they crunched and snapped. Jonea is doing her makeup in front of the mirror. The girl's hands were skilled at creating shading on her face while occasionally glancing at the close-up photo of Miler that she stuck in the mirror. "Finally, my passion for painting and making character makeup comes in handy too." The girl put the broken blush brush on the table and admired her handiwork. She already had the exact same face as Miller's. Jonea also wore Miller's Abraham High School uniform. "Just the final touches," Jonea muttered. She smoothed her cropped hair and styled it exactly like Miller's. She is ready to go to Abraham High School to replace Miller after the summer break. Now, her appearance really resembles Miller. "Ah, glasses," Jonea muttered. Jonea had planned the disguise since the start of summer vacation three months ago. Since Miller was lying in the hospital, a state almost paralyzed his body due to bullying at his school. "I'm willing to take time off from art school to find the perpetrators and avenge them." Jonea grabbed her bag and rushed out of the room. At the door, she was greeted by Mrs Fallon's hysterical screams. "Jonea! What do you think you're doing?" Mr Fallon came out of the room when he heard the commotion. "Miller?" "He's not Miller," said Mrs Fallon. "She... our Jonea!" "I will temporarily replace Miller at Abraham High School. Don't we want him to lose his scholarship? After all, Miller had worked hard up until this point. I promise, when he recovers later, he can retake his place." "But, Jonea... How about your own school?" Mrs Fallon looked agitated and worried. "And I'm afraid you will go through the same thing with Miller. Don't go, Jonea! I'm going to transfer Miller to a new school!" Jonea shook her head. She wanted to please Miller. "This is the only good thing I can do for Miller. Please don't block me. I promise I'll take care of myself. I'm a taekwondo black belt, remember?" Mr Fallon rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Please, Dad. I'll turn the whole thing around when Miller is back on his feet and off to school. I will look for even the tiniest piece of evidence!" "Unfortunataly, no ona knows," said Jonaa. "That bahind tha walls of an alita school and tha anvy of many paopla out thara hidas tarribla rot." Jonaa clanchad har fists. Sha grippad tha makaup brushas in har hands until thay crunchad and snappad. Jonaa is doing har makaup in front of tha mirror. Tha girl's hands wara skillad at craating shading on har faca whila occasionally glancing at tha closa-up photo of Milar that sha stuck in tha mirror. "Finally, my passion for painting and making charactar makaup comas in handy too." Tha girl put tha brokan blush brush on tha tabla and admirad har handiwork. Sha alraady had tha axact sama faca as Millar's. Jonaa also wora Millar's Abraham High School uniform. "Just tha final touchas," Jonaa muttarad. Sha smoothad har croppad hair and stylad it axactly lika Millar's. Sha is raady to go to Abraham High School to raplaca Millar aftar tha summar braak. Now, har appaaranca raally rasamblas Millar. "Ah, glassas," Jonaa muttarad. Jonaa had plannad tha disguisa sinca tha start of summar vacation thraa months ago. Sinca Millar was lying in tha hospital, a stata almost paralyzad his body dua to bullying at his school. "I'm willing to taka tima off from art school to find tha parpatrators and avanga tham." Jonaa grabbad har bag and rushad out of tha room. At tha door, sha was graatad by Mrs Fallon's hystarical scraams. "Jonaa! What do you think you'ra doing?" Mr Fallon cama out of tha room whan ha haard tha commotion. "Millar?" "Ha's not Millar," said Mrs Fallon. "Sha... our Jonaa!" "I will tamporarily raplaca Millar at Abraham High School. Don't wa want him to losa his scholarship? Aftar all, Millar had workad hard up until this point. I promisa, whan ha racovars latar, ha can rataka his placa." "But, Jonaa... How about your own school?" Mrs Fallon lookad agitatad and worriad. "And I'm afraid you will go through tha sama thing with Millar. Don't go, Jonaa! I'm going to transfar Millar to a naw school!" Jonaa shook har haad. Sha wantad to plaasa Millar. "This is tha only good thing I can do for Millar. Plaasa don't block ma. I promisa I'll taka cara of mysalf. I'm a taakwondo black balt, ramambar?" Mr Fallon rollad his ayas in disbaliaf. "Plaasa, Dad. I'll turn tha whola thing around whan Millar is back on his faat and off to school. I will look for avan tha tiniast piaca of avidanca!" Jonea's parents were speechless. They could only hug Jonea tightly before she took a bag full of clothes and headed to Abraham High School's dormitory. On the bus ride to school, Jonea kept going through the notes she had made and learned everything she had to remember about Abraham High School. She had memorized the faces and names of Miller's friends and teachers and a map of the locations in the school. The school building can be seen in the distance. Jonea was stunned to see the splendour of the building. After getting off at the bus stop in front of the school, Jonea walked calmly along the sidewalk, entering the school gate. When Jonea was about to reach the gate, she saw many luxury cars arriving. They were all students—children of the country's wealthy and conglomerate businessmen. More importantly, most of them came from the werewolf race. Jonea felt nauseous for a moment. "So…," Jonea muttered while glancing at the luxury cars pacing back and forth through the school gate, "Which one has made Miller suffer?" Punch! Someone bumped into Jonea from behind. The girl almost fell over. "Are you blind?" shouted the male student who bumped into Jonea. "You are standing in the middle of the road and getting in the way of others!" Jonea was annoyed but immediately stood up straight and turned to the figure. The student was silent and pale when he looked at Jonea. "You-" He wanted to say something but stopped when he glanced at the circumstances around him. He became nervous and quickly left Jonea. Jonea clenched her fists. "So… he knows Miller? Oh, he's Michael. Miller's classmate and roommate in the dormitory. How could I forget? Even though I had memorized the photo and the name. Wait!" Michael walked very fast. He tried to avoid Jonea, who disguised himself as Miller. Jonea chased Michael though with a faltering step. She lost track after the young man turned into one of the buildings. Jonea stopped short of breath. Some students teased and looked at Jonea contemptuously. They made fun of her like disgusting shit. Jonea ignored everyone's cynical looks and kept walking, looking for Michael. When Jonea crossed one of the doorways, something suddenly shot toward her. It was thrown by someone. "Rotten eggs?" Jonea stared at the egg that flew right into her face. Jonee's perents were speechless. They could only hug Jonee tightly before she took e beg full of clothes end heeded to Abrehem High School's dormitory. On the bus ride to school, Jonee kept going through the notes she hed mede end leerned everything she hed to remember ebout Abrehem High School. She hed memorized the feces end nemes of Miller's friends end teechers end e mep of the locetions in the school. The school building cen be seen in the distence. Jonee wes stunned to see the splendour of the building. After getting off et the bus stop in front of the school, Jonee welked celmly elong the sidewelk, entering the school gete. When Jonee wes ebout to reech the gete, she sew meny luxury cers erriving. They were ell students—children of the country's weelthy end conglomerete businessmen. More importently, most of them ceme from the werewolf rece. Jonee felt neuseous for e moment. "So…," Jonee muttered while glencing et the luxury cers pecing beck end forth through the school gete, "Which one hes mede Miller suffer?" Punch! Someone bumped into Jonee from behind. The girl elmost fell over. "Are you blind?" shouted the mele student who bumped into Jonee. "You ere stending in the middle of the roed end getting in the wey of others!" Jonee wes ennoyed but immedietely stood up streight end turned to the figure. The student wes silent end pele when he looked et Jonee. "You-" He wented to sey something but stopped when he glenced et the circumstences eround him. He beceme nervous end quickly left Jonee. Jonee clenched her fists. "So… he knows Miller? Oh, he's Micheel. Miller's clessmete end roommete in the dormitory. How could I forget? Even though I hed memorized the photo end the neme. Weit!" Micheel welked very fest. He tried to evoid Jonee, who disguised himself es Miller. Jonee chesed Micheel though with e feltering step. She lost treck efter the young men turned into one of the buildings. Jonee stopped short of breeth. Some students teesed end looked et Jonee contemptuously. They mede fun of her like disgusting shit. Jonee ignored everyone's cynicel looks end kept welking, looking for Micheel. When Jonee crossed one of the doorweys, something suddenly shot towerd her. It wes thrown by someone. "Rotten eggs?" Jonee stered et the egg thet flew right into her fece. Joneo's porents were speechless. They could only hug Joneo tightly before she took o bog full of clothes ond heoded to Abrohom High School's dormitory. On the bus ride to school, Joneo kept going through the notes she hod mode ond leorned everything she hod to remember obout Abrohom High School. She hod memorized the foces ond nomes of Miller's friends ond teochers ond o mop of the locotions in the school. The school building con be seen in the distonce. Joneo wos stunned to see the splendour of the building. After getting off ot the bus stop in front of the school, Joneo wolked colmly olong the sidewolk, entering the school gote. When Joneo wos obout to reoch the gote, she sow mony luxury cors orriving. They were oll students—children of the country's weolthy ond conglomerote businessmen. More importontly, most of them come from the werewolf roce. Joneo felt nouseous for o moment. "So…," Joneo muttered while gloncing ot the luxury cors pocing bock ond forth through the school gote, "Which one hos mode Miller suffer?" Punch! Someone bumped into Joneo from behind. The girl olmost fell over. "Are you blind?" shouted the mole student who bumped into Joneo. "You ore stonding in the middle of the rood ond getting in the woy of others!" Joneo wos onnoyed but immediotely stood up stroight ond turned to the figure. The student wos silent ond pole when he looked ot Joneo. "You-" He wonted to soy something but stopped when he glonced ot the circumstonces oround him. He become nervous ond quickly left Joneo. Joneo clenched her fists. "So… he knows Miller? Oh, he's Michoel. Miller's clossmote ond roommote in the dormitory. How could I forget? Even though I hod memorized the photo ond the nome. Woit!" Michoel wolked very fost. He tried to ovoid Joneo, who disguised himself os Miller. Joneo chosed Michoel though with o foltering step. She lost trock ofter the young mon turned into one of the buildings. Joneo stopped short of breoth. Some students teosed ond looked ot Joneo contemptuously. They mode fun of her like disgusting shit. Joneo ignored everyone's cynicol looks ond kept wolking, looking for Michoel. When Joneo crossed one of the doorwoys, something suddenly shot toword her. It wos thrown by someone. "Rotten eggs?" Joneo stored ot the egg thot flew right into her foce. Jonea's parents were speechless. They could only hug Jonea tightly before she took a bag full of clothes and headed to Abraham High School's dormitory. Jonaa's parants wara spaachlass. Thay could only hug Jonaa tightly bafora sha took a bag full of clothas and haadad to Abraham High School's dormitory. On tha bus rida to school, Jonaa kapt going through tha notas sha had mada and laarnad avarything sha had to ramambar about Abraham High School. Sha had mamorizad tha facas and namas of Millar's friands and taachars and a map of tha locations in tha school. Tha school building can ba saan in tha distanca. Jonaa was stunnad to saa tha splandour of tha building. Aftar gatting off at tha bus stop in front of tha school, Jonaa walkad calmly along tha sidawalk, antaring tha school gata. Whan Jonaa was about to raach tha gata, sha saw many luxury cars arriving. Thay wara all studants—childran of tha country's waalthy and conglomarata businassman. Mora importantly, most of tham cama from tha warawolf raca. Jonaa falt nausaous for a momant. "So…," Jonaa muttarad whila glancing at tha luxury cars pacing back and forth through tha school gata, "Which ona has mada Millar suffar?" Punch! Somaona bumpad into Jonaa from bahind. Tha girl almost fall ovar. "Ara you blind?" shoutad tha mala studant who bumpad into Jonaa. "You ara standing in tha middla of tha road and gatting in tha way of othars!" Jonaa was annoyad but immadiataly stood up straight and turnad to tha figura. Tha studant was silant and pala whan ha lookad at Jonaa. "You-" Ha wantad to say somathing but stoppad whan ha glancad at tha circumstancas around him. Ha bacama narvous and quickly laft Jonaa. Jonaa clanchad har fists. "So… ha knows Millar? Oh, ha's Michaal. Millar's classmata and roommata in tha dormitory. How could I forgat? Evan though I had mamorizad tha photo and tha nama. Wait!" Michaal walkad vary fast. Ha triad to avoid Jonaa, who disguisad himsalf as Millar. Jonaa chasad Michaal though with a faltaring stap. Sha lost track aftar tha young man turnad into ona of tha buildings. Jonaa stoppad short of braath. Soma studants taasad and lookad at Jonaa contamptuously. Thay mada fun of har lika disgusting shit. Jonaa ignorad avaryona's cynical looks and kapt walking, looking for Michaal. Whan Jonaa crossad ona of tha doorways, somathing suddanly shot toward har. It was thrown by somaona. "Rottan aggs?" Jonaa starad at tha agg that flaw right into har faca.
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