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darawonplease · 4 years ago

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trauma. ch8 – messing with my head.

Dara reluctantly approves the sensual mv script for Jiwon's new mv while he is lead to temptation by Mihyun.

• chapter 8 – messing with my head.

A couple of necklaces dangle from his neck, the cold metal slightly grazes her skin; that’s how close they are. He caresses her face, slowly pulling in for a passionate kiss. Her delicate hand travels up his shirt, tugging on it as the kiss deepens. The red led shines on their skin, showing fragments of their figure’s silhouette, slowly intertwining.

“How is it?”, the film director’s eyes shined with excitement and anticipation.

“Isn’t this… a bit too sensual?”, Wonjun argued, sensing Dara’s growing discomfort as the screenplay was being read.

“Well. This is the tamer of scripts we wrote for the music video”. Mr. Kim raised an eyebrow; he absolutely adored working with idols’ out of the world visuals but hated to compromise his artistic vision to fit their image. Explicit scenes were a no-no, ultimately limiting his creativity.

Jiwon’s manager, Dohyun, interrupted their exchange – “It looks good to me, it suits the brand-new image the creative team is giving to Jiwon for his solo debut under YG”.

the nerve, not even participating in his own music video read-through.

Sandara clenched her small fist under the table, Jiwon’s absence felt so disrespectful towards the staff involved in the filming of his mv although, that way, it spared her from having to look at him.

Three days of straight-crying and numerous calls with Chaerin later she finally understood that It was time she moved on from him.

She wanted to grab all the butterflies in her stomach and throw them in the trash bin. He was just another man who’d get close only to ditch her with petty excuses.

“To do all of that, just to go out with me? That’s too much-”.

How foolish she felt for letting her guard down again. Wasn’t he the one who asked her to go out? Acting so precious and wanted. Years of disastrous romances taught Dara to stop giving attention to men that only confuse her. Clearing things up with him was just a waste of time.

Getting closer to him was a mistake. But no matter how much she wanted to avoid him, she was a professional. She couldn’t turn down such an opportunity because of her messy relationship with him.

“It’s great, let’s do it, Mr.Kim!”.

“W-what? Are you really okay with this?”, Wonjun whispered to Dara, concerned by how out of her comfort zone the shooting sounded.

“I’m a professional. It’s time for people to see a more mature Sandara Park”.

“We’ll start filming on Monday then, thank you all for participating!”.

[…]

It was late in the evening; most people would already have dinner by then. He’d probably grown roots if he stayed on that bench another extra minute. Time seemed to have passed by so slowly, he had witnessed hundreds of people passing in front of him: kids going back home from the playground, adults coming back from work.

From a distance, the hunched figure appeared to be an old man— mumbling alone about trivial matters on a park bench —but if you looked closer you could actually make up the face of a troubled middle-aged man. He wore a beige leather jacket that felt like a sacrilege to fashion, as it didn’t match his outfit, not even one bit. Perhaps he planned to make a quick trip to the grocery store and didn’t bother to dress up. Or maybe he lacked a decent fashion sense.

But why exactly was he hanging at the park with such a mismatched outfit?

[1-hour prior]

Mihyun fixed the curly locks at the sides of her face before pressing the buzzer to Jiwon’s apartment. Years spent obsessing over a man who didn’t even look her way culminated in that very moment. She had already surrendered at the idea that anything romantic could happen between the two of them, that’s why she opted to offer him something else, something he probably yearned for.

She almost lost count of how many attempts it took her to finally get him to agree to her proposal, but that time it was different, he finally gave in.

It’s not as if she hadn’t tried her hardest to move on from him, it’s just that every other man she dated felt like a distraction from what her heart ultimately desired.

“How can you be so unlucky in the love department? Did you dump this guy too?”.

“Is it because you still love him?”.

“You can’t get his heart, so you’ll settle for this?”.

Her closest friends had tried to warn her, but she didn’t care about other’s opinions. Either it was an unhealthy obsession or unconditional love, she was going for it.

“Come up Gilme-yah”.

Jiwon’s voice through the intercom made her squirm, a smirk appearing on her luscious red lips at the thought of what could happen once she’d enter his apartment.

She finally made it.

Mihyun placed her black boots next to the sneakers messily thrown on the floor and proceeded to wear the only extra pair of slippers he kept on the shoe rack. Jiwon didn’t even bother to hide his obvious habit of not inviting people over, she knew that very well, she had known him for so long, yet entering his apartment was a privilege only a few chosen ones had.

A white Pomeranian dog hurriedly ran towards the entrance, restlessly barking and jumping non-stop at Mihyun’s feet, like a true guard dog.

“Lucy-yah! Stop! Come here!”.

Jiwon arrived in the nick of time, picking up Lucy before she could bite the hand of the clueless woman.

“Sorry about that, I’ve never seen her so upset before”. He drew Lucy to his chest, relaxing her with a couple of soft strokes on the shiny fur.

“She must be jealous of me, huh?”, Mihyun chuckled, observing the Pomeranian enjoying her owner’s affection. 1-0 to Lucy.

“Lucy’s not used to visitors, that must be it— “. He placed the dog in a separate room. “Be a good girl and wait for me”, he whispered to her and carefully closed the door.

“Sorry, I just got home from filming a show- Anyways, do you want something to drink?”.

“Actually, I brought this, Oppa”. She raised a wine bag, she had spent 3 hours selecting the perfect bottle for their meeting.

“What’s with the wine? Is it a special occasion?”. He reached for a couple of crystal glasses at the very back of the kitchen cabinet.

“Don’t play dumb, Oppa”, she tucked her hair out of her face, “It’s to set the mood”. Mihyun leaned on the countertop of the kitchen and just like a feline, carefully approached her prey.

“Eeh~ What are you talking about all of a sudden?”, Jiwon scoffed with nonchalance, as if he had forgotten about their conversation over the phone.

She proceeded to pour the Chateau Margaux. “Stop pretending that you don’t suffer being alone”. Her hand skillfully stirred the alcohol holding onto the stem of the cup.

“What’s up with you today?”. His ears became red without notice. Something was odd about her that day. The person in front of him was no longer his dear friend, she was now an alluring woman.

“We can keep each other company, we both win in the end”. She slowly downed her cup, the red liquid now flowing in her system. The distance between the two of them dangerously shortening, step by step.

“You’re a man after all”. She whispered in his ear and then placed the hand on his chest, locking eyes with a slightly flustered Jiwon. The non-existence space between their bodies gave no room for any doubt. This time there were no excuses, no trace of alcohol could be found in his bloodstreams. All their actions were perfectly intentional.

She locked her arms behind his neck, slowly pulling in for a kiss.

Gilme was a charismatic woman, a beautiful one at that. Who would decline her offer? He had desires too. Their lips were messily crushed together, a rush of passion overtaking their minds. The cold atmosphere in Eun’s flat suddenly rising in temperature every second that passed.

Was that the warmth of a woman he craved for so long? He had almost forgotten how it felt.

Jiwon cupped her cheek, shifting his left hand on her waist, guiding her to the living room. Their bodies gradually sank in the leather couch, their touches getting more urgent and aggressive. Her red lips soon reached Jiwon’s exposed neck, sucking and biting on his tan skin, making soft growls leave him.

Why, when he closed his eye, he could faintly see the cherry pink lips of another woman. Why was he thinking about her at that moment?

It all felt extremely good, but also extremely wrong.

Jiwon slowly pulled away, sitting up at the side of the couch. His eyes wouldn’t move away from the wooden floor under his feet.

“Fuck-…I can’t do it”.

“Oppa, what’s up with you all of a sudden?”.

He drowned in his palms, “It’s just that… I don’t love you”, his hands then slid in his long black hair as he heaved a sigh.

Mihyun froze. Hopelessly waiting for him for so long was an agonizing burden to carry but she never thought that being rejected could be so excruciating.

“I’m sorry for making you come here, Mihyun-ah”, his tone of voice was more serious than ever, “I’ll be out for an hour, please pick your stuff and leave before I come back”, he ordered.

“O-Oppa..”, she stuttered as he stood up and turned his back on her. Jiwon was ready to get cursed at and he wouldn’t even blame her, he felt like a real jerk.

“Is it because of your ex?”. Mihyun’s questioned him only to be left alone and ignored.

He grabbed the first jacket he found on his way out, “Make sure you close the door on the way out”, he reminded her before disappearing.

[...]

Jiwon stopped by a bench of a park a few squares from his condo, peaceful parks were usually a place where he could gather his ideas and seek clarity amidst his busy life.

His surroundings felt so chaotic but on that very bench, his thoughts finally took form. He crossed his arms. He couldn’t do anything if not make peace with his unexpected feelings.

“How come…how come…”, he kept muttering to himself.

Once again, her presence interfered with his personal life.

“You’re not a good person, but why do I keep thinking about you?”.

He saw her face, that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to do it. That annoying woman had been messing with his head for a while and she didn’t seem to stop.

Why would such a bad person occupy his every thought, why couldn’t he just throw everything away?

All those years spent in solitude convinced him that love didn’t matter, yet he just fleeted his own apartment to escape from a woman ready to please his lust, and for what? Because he had listened to his heart instead of his desires? He hated how clear his feelings were.

The soft features he saw, they weren’t his ex’s.

They were Sandara’s.

a.n. I'm sorry for taking so long but I've been quite busy this month. I apologize for the lack of thumbnails in the last chapters, I figured out that it was more urgent to publish the text. I'll decide if I'll reintroduce them slowly in the future, for now, I hope this update is enough to satisfy your curiosity! Thanks for following my fic and supporting me through the comments!

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quicksilversquared · 7 years ago

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Misusing a Miraculous

The Miraculous aren't supposed to be used for evil. Doing so completely goes against their purpose. Mr. Agreste knows that; Nooroo told him so right from the start.

What Nooroo didn't tell him was that there was a reason for that. Because when magic is forced to do something it does not want to do, there are consequences.

(AO3) (FF.net)

Things were not going as Gabriel Agreste had planned, not at all, and he was quite ticked about it.

He had thought that he would get better at making akuma as time passed. His power was supposed to grow as he used it, right? As he got more accustomed to it, he logically should be able to make more powerful akuma that would pose more of a challenge to Ladybug and Chat Noir, or maybe even more than one akuma at once. It just made sense. If you practice something, you get better at it. And perhaps he had gotten better, at least for a while. But now?

Now, his control seemed to be getting worse, and quickly, at that.

He had had akumas talk back, question his judgement, completely ignore him, and even turn against him (he was never akumatizing any robots again, ever). Maybe he occasionally got one with super-strong powers that stayed relatively under control, but for the most part his akumas weren't any stronger than they had been when he was first starting out.

And the worst part of it? Ladybug and Chat Noir were definitely getting better. They were working more in sync, they seemed to be finding new ways to use their weapons, and they were even coordinating with the police and reporters to make sure that civilians weren't getting in their way during fights and distracting them. It was quite irritating.

It was making Gabriel very, very frustrated.

"There has to be some way for my akumas to be getting better without me losing control over them!" Gabriel complained loudly as he paced in his lair. He was running out of ideas on how to fix the problem- actually, that was sort of a lie, he hadn't had any ideas on how to fix it in the first place- and he had to fix it before he turned into the laughingstock of the city. People were already sniggering about some of his akuma and how ineffective they had been. For someone who was used to being taken seriously, it was infuriating. He spun on Nooroo. "Nooroo! Why aren't my powers working properly? Are you messing with them somehow? I forbid you from messing with my powers!"

"It's not me!" Nooroo squeaked, shooting out of Gabriel's reach. "It's not my fault, I can't control it! It's the magic!"

Gabriel stopped and stared at his kwami. Clearly Nooroo knew something about what was going on. "What do you mean, it's the magic? It is your magic! Fix it!"

"The goals of kwami and wielder are meant to mesh!" Nooroo protested loudly. "If they're in conflict, like they are for us, then the magic will start to rebel. Your connect to the akuma will start to break up, and they won't be under such a deep hold. And the more often the magic clashes, the more the rebellion."

"That sounds like some convoluted excuse to try to get out of transforming so often," Gabriel snapped. "Why don't you align your goals with mine, then? I want to get the Miraculous to help me find my wife. That's an admirable goal, right? Work with it."

Nooroo glared at him. "That's not how it works! I can't just decide to change my goals around like that!" He crossed his arms. "Besides, don't even pretend that finding your wife is your end goal. If that was all you wanted, you would just find someone to be a champion to find her. That's all it would take, and I know you know that."

Gabriel scowled.

"And besides, my goals will never include being pitted against other Miraculous!" Nooroo finished, looking rather rebellious. "They never could! I'm supposed to be used for good, not to terrorize a city!"

"SILENCE!" Gabriel thundered, and Nooroo cowered back. He glared at the kwami as he tried to make sense of the storm of thoughts racing through his mind with the new information that Nooroo had let slip. It was possible that the kwami was lying about the magic to try to decrease the number of attacks that he made, but no matter how much Gabriel wished that that was the case, he couldn't shake the feeling that the kwami was probably telling the truth. All of his especially rebellious akumas had, to the best of his recollection, come after he had sent out akumas every day for nearly a week. He tended to take a day off after those especially disastrous attacks- several days off, in some cases- and then when he attacked again, his akumas tended to be more under his control, like they had been at first.

So unfortunately, it appeared that the best way forward was to attack Paris less frequently. Perhaps he should try every other day, or every three days, and see how that affected his attack strength. He didn't want to take it down much further than that, but if he had to choose between making an akuma that was actually strong only once a week and making akumas that ignored him and turned on him, then the choice was simple.

That didn't mean that he was happy about it, though. Sitting around waiting was not his style.

Despite decreasing the number of attacks to a measly two per week, Gabriel was still seeing a downward trend in the amount of control he had over his akuma. It was better than before- just the last week, he had managed to steer his butterfly away from a crying baby when his initial target cheered up enough to not be possessed, and he had managed to keep it loose until he found a suitable candidate- but he had still had one akuma wander away, and another clearly intent on taking the Miraculous to use herself, despite his threats.

It was infuriating.

"Well, you did use the Miraculous on a very regular basis for a very long time," Nooroo pointed out, munching on a grape. He looked rather smug, clearly pleased about Gabriel's lack of success. Gabriel resisted the urge to transform, just so he wouldn't have to hear the kwami for a while.

...except, when the kwami was smug, he was the most likely to let something slip. He wouldn't be guarding his emotions as closely, so Gabriel could look for those little changes in expression to try to figure out how he could fix this infuriating problem.

Suddenly, he was struck by an idea. If a short break could improve his control so much, what kind of an effect would an actual proper break have on his powers? Would it reset things just a bit, so he could go back to when he could influence his akuma even more and force them to listen to him?

"Well, then perhaps I should take a longer break," Gabriel said. He was pleased to see a flicker of worry in Nooroo's eyes, a clear indication that he was on the right track. "I have lines walking in several Fashion Weeks around the world. I hadn't been planning on attending any but the Paris one in person, but perhaps I should."

"Ah- ah, I 'm sure that wouldn't be necessary," Nooroo squeaked, looking seriously concerned. This time, it was Gabriel's turn to smirk. "I mean, it would take you away for quite a while, and that wouldn't be good-"

"Yes, I think I'll do that," Gabriel decided, ignoring his kwami's protests. "It'll give Ladybug and Chat Noir a chance to get out of practice, too. And I've often been inspired by other lines at Fashion Weeks. Hopefully there are still decent hotels with rooms open near the events. I'll have to tell Nathalie to get on that right away, since the first one is only a week away." He nodded, pleased, and then headed off to track down his assistant, ignoring the kwami drooping on the table behind him.

He had gotten all of the information he needed out of Nooroo for the time being.

While attending Fashion Weeks around the world and constantly being on the go was not exactly what anyone would call relaxing (especially when one was showing a line at all of said fashion weeks and needed to constantly be dealing with small disasters), at least Mr. Agreste could have more control over it than he had had recently over his akumas. He could make visible progress with the runways, instead of being faced with akuma after akuma that failed and left him still stuck on square one. He could take the time to scheme about what kinds of akumas he wanted to make once he got back to Paris.

It left him in quite a good mood- or, rather, in as good of a mood as he ever got. Still, by the time the last show finished up and he was on his way back to Paris, he was quite looking forward to getting home. He had outfits that he wanted to properly sketch out, of course, after being inspired by some of the other things he saw on the runway, but he mostly wanted to see how much his powers had improved after a break. So within an hour of getting back to his house, he was on his way up to his lair.

He could feel that it was going to be a good day. His akuma, judging by how nervous his kwami had been, was going to be powerful, and he should have plenty of control over it. Ladybug and Chat Noir would be caught unaware, and then he would have their Miraculous!

He just had to find the perfect candidate to be his akuma victim. Of course, perfection took a while to find. There had to be a certain combination of motives and possible powers and anger.

Still, it was worth it, Hawkmoth could tell that as soon as his latest akuma was rampaging across the city. The bond between them through the corrupted butterfly was strong, and the akuma only needed a little prompting to stay on track. He grinned in anticipation for the superheroes' appearance. They were bound to be caught off guard after several weeks of no activity.

Suddenly a red-and-black blur barreled into the akuma, sending it staggering before she rolled back, yo-yo hanging from her fingers. Chat Noir pounced into the fight seconds later, baton extended ready to fight as he crouched next to Ladybug. The akuma got its first good look at them, and then Hawkmoth could feel the akuma's shock as clearly as he felt his own as his jaw dropped open.

They had new powers. How did they have new powers? No, no, no, that wasn't supposed to be how this went!

"What happened to their costumes?" the akuma was spluttering. "There's- Ladybug has two yo-yos, and wings, and there's something else on her belt, like little bombs, and- oof!"

"Keep going- and what about Chat Noir?" Hawkmoth demanded, his heat sinking. "Does he have new powers?"

"I- yes!"

"What are they, then?" he demanded, scowling. God, all of his akuma were so incompetent. This was important information, and this one was too concerned with screwing around to convey it properly.

"Longer claws!" the akuma yelped. "Owtch! It's like a mini-Cataclysm, he can destroy small things without using his power. And there's something- ow!- on his belt, but I- I can't-"

Hawkmoth's brow furrowed at that. "Stay out of their way, then! Figure out what their new powers are first!"

The only response he got was a slightly strangled yelp.

Even with the strong akuma and strong connection, the fight was over faster than most of the comparable fights from before Hawkmoth had started having problems. The quick defeat left Hawkmoth standing stunned in the middle of his lair, staring blankly at his window .

New powers. That was a setback he hadn't planned on. He had rather thought that the civilians behind the mask would take the time off, not use the free time to somehow figure out how to add new powers to their arsenal.

"You may have won this time, but next time, next time, I will be prepared and you won't catch me by surprise!" Hawkmoth finally bellowed at his window, a bit belatedly. "I will figure out how to use your new powers against you, and then I will win!"

#Miraculous Ladybug #My writing #Gabriel Agreste #yay I'm back on schedule

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officialroyalqueen · 6 years ago

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Wisdom Five CHOOSE THAT VERY SPECIAL ROUTE THAT IS DESIGNED EXCLUSIVELY FOR YOU “A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd” ~ Josiah G. Holland I can’t forget what happened in my grade ten. I was ignorant of this very fact; to follow the path meant for me and not the path meant for someone else. My mother just like every good mom wanted the best for me, she supported me the best way she could, but she was not literate. In grade ten I was confused; I was not sure if I was meant to join the science or the art class, I was good in both. I asked my bosom friend as at that time where she would like to be and without a second thought she said “science class of course”. I was still yet to ask the reason behind her decision when she continued, “I would like to be a nurse and I will study and work abroad”. I was almost shaking because it was like my friend has her life all figured out and am the ‘dummy’ that does not know where I was headed. The next thing I heard was my friend’s voice. She asked; “why are you silent?” I said “wow! I will join the science class too because I’ll love to study medicine”. I knew deep down that I was simply deceiving myself because I came up with that answer right there. I didn’t think it through and was not sure it was truly what I wished to become. We joined the science class and ‘yes’ we were two out of the best three in the science class. I was so dedicated and studious because I enjoyed being one of the best. But then I knew I’ve followed the wrong path, I made a wrong choice. I was offered admission to study Physics in the university, instead of medicine or pharmacy which were my first and second choices. All through the four years course I paddled the ship of my academic excellence to safe landing. I never enjoyed it as I should because I felt wrongly placed, although any knowledge acquired can always be put to good use, a truth that kept me safe. As a teenager we sometimes value the opinion of others more than we value our own views. There is no one that can tell you about you more than yourself though you must discover yourself first to be able to self-direct. If you have parents that understands and can guide you, that’s very fine, but allowing your friends or any person dictate the course of your life based on sentimental values could be disastrous. Don’t be in a hurry to impress anyone. To conclude my story, my friend actually did study nursing abroad. But on the contrary, I’m not in the hospital as a doctor neither I’m I a professional engineer or a physicist because it all wasn’t my true calling. I figured out myself along the line and today I’m doing what I love most; public speaking and mentorship. The person exerting influence over your life today may not be around or be considered a close friend months or years from now. Your clique of friends will change over time. Therefore, you must be certain to make choices that are right for you for the long term, not necessarily right for your friends of today. Sometimes it may feel like others have found themselves and you are just the only one left, that is not true. It is important for you to know that almost everyone around you is trying to figure things out just like you are doing. So, you have to be careful about letting these people give you insight into your own life and how it should be lived. Be aware too that your prowess might not be evident in academics but in other life endeavors. Be smart enough to disengage from friends that want you to follow route that is not for you. At 10, I had a friend way older than I was; she was thirteen years old at the time. She almost messed with my head. Everyone warned me against being close to her but I couldn’t totally avoid her because they were family friends. Her siblings were friends with my siblings and that was the basis of our friendship. One day she came to me and said, “Let’s get a boyfriend”, at first I was confused but she continued “don’t worry I will get one for you”. Call it instinct or whatever I told her that I was not going down that lane, and as if that was not enough she tried to deceive and lead me to visit her own male friend. I was very convinced that this was not the route specially designed for me. It was certainly not what I should be found doing at that stage of my life. Luckily for me, I never yielded to her persuasion and subsequently my family relocated out of the city. I can go on and on explaining how many times I have been tempted to do things against my will but in all I stood tall because that was not my route and I knew it. The reason for this chapter is to encourage you to be an independent thinker, to differentiate the right from wrong. And always choose the right path of life. Kindly Support me to make more copies, that would be given to those that can't afford this book, a copy is $8. We can also ship it to anyone/school you want it distributed. We are all a product of influence but you have a choice, you either choose to be influenced positively or negatively. There are some influences that are very necessary and beneficial such as learning etiquettes, how to combine colors, learning skills. These kinds of influence are good and will never take away your originality instead it will add value by getting you more refined. I might like the way Sarah weaves her hair and I decide to do mine like that, that is influence right? But does that make me look like Sarah? Certainly not! But if I admire Sarah and the way she frolics around men and I join her; will I end up like Sarah? The answer could be a ‘yes’ and possibly even worse because Sarah might know her way around such matters more than I do. Like we discussed in the first chapter, we have a choice, we are in control. Therefore things should not control us. To help you digest what I’m saying; answer the following questions; Do I dress in a manner that is suitable and portrays my personality or I’m I following the social trend so that people don’t say I’m backward? Do I have boyfriends/girlfriends because I was called a small naïve girl/boy? Is it the route I truly want to take now? Do you smoke and drink to impress some friends? Do you use languages, just because it’s a trend? I noticed that “people flow with trend even more than water flows out of the sink.” Following the crowd will get your life crowded. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a woman that has proved that women can be admired beyond extravagant fashion sense, body-shape and size. She is a literary giant, a woman that has always been modest in her speech and appearance. She recognized that the glam and glitz that many clamor for is not all she has to offer and she has proven it over the years by doing amazing and wonderful things in the literary world. There is a life compass for each and every one of us. If you use someone else compass you might end up in the wrong destination. There are much better ways to plan your future, it might not be clear to you right now. Be calm and listen to your ‘Wise mind’, you will have special understanding on how to go about things. As surprising as it might seem right now, you’ll need to listen to that intuition (Wise mind) to determine the best course and direction for your life. In fact, it might have made you become interested in certain subjects at school, or start enjoying certain extracurricular activities. Probably it disagreed with some of the ways you dress and that was the reason you told your friends ‘I don’t feel comfortable on this outfit’. Your ‘wise mind’ may have urged you to go apologize to someone you hurt, that’s why you never had peace until you did. If you’ll pay attention to this intuition and make good choices along the way you will come to understand what you should do with your life. I love this quote and will like to share it here. “Before I can tell my life what I want it to do, I must listen to my life telling me who I am. This does not come from a voice ‘out there’ calling me to be something I am not. It comes from a voice ‘in here’ calling me to be the person I was born to be.” ~ Parker Palmer “Choose not the easy way, or what other people do. But choose that very special route that was designed especially for you”. Kindly Support me to make more copies, that would be given to those that can't afford this book, a copy is $8. We can also ship it to anyone/school you want it distributed. Thanks for your support, it means alot to me, as an author that would want to succeed. TABLE OF CONTENT Wisdom One: HOW WISE MINDS MANAGE EMOTIONS Wisdom Two: LET’S TALK ABOUT CRUSHES, ADMIRERS, DATING AND SEX Wisdom Three: STOP DEPENDING ON OTHERS TO GIVE YOU VALUE, YOU’RE ENOUGH Wisdom Four: BOREDOM IS EVIL Wisdom Five: CHOOSE THAT VERY SPECIAL ROUTE THAT IS DESIGNED EXCLUSIVELY FOR YOU Wisdom Six: DRESSING FANCIFULLY IS GOOD BUT DRESSING FROM ‘INSIDE OUT’ IS BETTER Wisdom Seven: CONNECT TO YOUR CREATIVE SIDE Wisdom Eight: BECOMING SOCIAL MEDIA WISE Wisdom Nine: SAY NO TO SEXTING Wisdom Ten: HANDLING PRESSURE Wisdom Eleven: UNDERSTANDING-LOVE-DATING-COURTSHIP Wisdom Twelve: REASONS NEVER TO RAPE Wisdom Thirteen: KNOWING AND LIVING UP TO YOUR VALUES Wisdom Fourteen: BLOSSOM WHERE YOU'RE PLANTED Wisdom Fifteen: MISTAKES ARE NOT BAD AFTER ALL Wisdom Sixteen: HABITS AND ADDICTION Wisdom Seventeen: START PREPARING FOR THE FUTURE Wisdom Eighteen: BE EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT Wisdom Nineteen: NINETEEN GEMS OF ADVICE I WOULD GIVE MY YOUNGER SELF Advice 1: Think before You Talk Advice 2: Understand Your Environment Advice 3: Practice Hygiene Advice 4: It is wrong to take what is not yours without Permission Advice 5: Social Media Advice 6: Who You Look Up to either Makes You or Breaks You Advice 7: You don't have to follow the crowd Advice 8: Don’t Allow Anyone Destroy your Self-esteem Advice 9: Respect All Advice 10: Communicate Positively With Your Parents Advice 11: Dwarf Your Obstacles Advice 12: Share with and Hold Your Siblings in High Regards Advice 13: Aim to Draw Attention with Your Abilities Advice 14: Secrets Advice 15: The Power of Negative Assumption Advice 16: How to Overcome Negative Assumptions Advice 17: Singleness is Not a Taboo Advice 18: Making Impact Advice 19: Always remember we are all under the Same Sky

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