That night after dinner, Midori isolated herself within her room. Watching anime, craving for the feeling of amusement. Then came the advertisement of an online novel website with interesting stories.

She downloaded the app and began to read. Over time, the “Write your own story” was put in place.

“They’ll pay?” The lacklustre bored eyes for the first time in a wild shined with curiosity. If I can make money… Why am I thinking about it when I still haven’t earned a handful amount of coins.

Weeks passed as she had been writing drafts, though were discarded for it made no sense or full of loopholes. The first day she formally started writing for the page, she had Nanaka helped her with the bank information.

Through days, her works were being appreciated slowly, motivated her to not be like some authors that created disappointment for their readers for dropping. She was still at the bottom of a giant mountain, her works were not as good as others’ because she wasn’t very good with literature since the day she learned to learn. But she continued, even got chided for not taking good care of herself.

There was no pay, not even a single cent.

“Why are you so devoted when you are not getting pay?” Nanaka asked.

“..Because I don’t want the readers to feel the same disappointment I feel when an author stops writing,” murmuring, she answered.

“But you can write tomorrow, just rest today.”

It’s not like I have to finish it today, but why am I doing this when I’m not getting pay? When an author dropped his or her book, I got over it only 30 minutes later...not even 30 minutes, is this worth it?

While Midori was writing for the website, she discovered an online texting app and started talking with other authors. The app successfully eased her from her boredom.

However, soon after, the writing had begun to bore her. The only thing that kept her writing was the comments of the readers, it was interesting for her to read them. Then, the real waves of boredness wept passed her, the urge and reasons to stop were stronger than her own basis to continue.

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When she read the information about being a contracted author, Midori laughed at her own ignorance.

“120,000 words per month and have to updates at least 3 times a week and other requirements?” She snorted, “And paying each month is only 400 dollars? The rent for the apartment we lived before was 700 dollars monthly.”

This is good for a part-time, but a part-time wouldn’t be able to fulfil the requirements. This story is an abyss deep hole that I dug for myself, I don’t know how to make them fall in love when I don’t even understand love. I should just stop writing and reading non-fiction instead. I want to be a businesswoman, don’t I?

Alux, the Sunday Motivational video. To be a successful businesswoman, I need to have connections and network, but I barely have any friends...I should try to talk to people more…

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Reading a book, she heard a greeting and lifted her head with a slight smile, “Hi.”

The girl smiled widely and she sat down on the nearby one-person couch to Midori’s right.

“So, how are you, Midori?” she asked.

“I’m good, how are you?”

“Well, just as always,” and laughed. She said, “This morning, I was locked out of the bathroom by my little sister. She is currently dating and her boyfriend is crazy. Last week, when his parents were not at home, he went to our house. And my parents weren’t home either…”

She listened to her talks and sometimes made a “wow” or “oh” face. When the girl finished, Midori said, “I did something really dumb the other day.”

“What did you do?”

“I was supposed to solve for both x and y, but I only solved for y,” she sighed, “and I got an F, dragging my math grade down from 94 down to 90, on the edge.”

“Oh my gosh, Midori! I sometimes did those, too!”

“Haha,” they laughed.

“Okay, I need to finish my homework,” she said. “I still haven’t done them.”

“Okay.”

Midori was thinking of whether or not she should ask the girl for her number. Is it weird for me to ask her for her phone number?

… No no no, the junior girl at lunch asked me for my phone number on the first day she met me, I didn’t feel weird giving her my phone number.

“Hey, Sorah, can I have your phone number?”

“Midori! Mom wants you downstairs,” Nanaka said, standing at the bottom of the stair.

“...Just a second,” she responded. Should I be glad she called me right before I think of an answer for my own question?

Yes, you should. Besides, the girl may not answer as you want it to be, hence be prepared, Midori.

Ah yeah, prepared. How should I react when she responds with a “no” for my request?

I don’t know. You are to make decisions yourself.

...Just what so different between us?

You should know it far better than anyone, Midori.

“What is it, Mother?” she questioned whilst striding towards the kitchen.

While she was watching drama on the TV, Tosaka peeled an orange and handed some towards her. Midori looked at the orange and took it as she sat down on the couch.

“Midori, I am not scolding you because I hate you.” Tosaka said, “I’m scolding you because I care.”

She already knew that her parents chastised her because they cared.

“Which mother would want to see her child misery and in poverty after she passed?” She stared at Midori, her eyes were warm.

I know that...even though you said you wanted me gone and regret giving birth to me. Even if you’re not serious, such words would become a reason or basis for the child to think badly at their teen ages. Although they may not seriously be offended, they still have a reason to rebuke you…

But do I want to be like those? The so-called teenager at his rebellious age? So lame…

What reason do you have for deepening yourself in ink, Midori?