Lori’s pov.

“Well, towards the end of summer, I went to a friend’s birthday party at a bar. He invited me for a few drinks and we just hit it off.”

“Birthday party at a bar?” My jaw dropped to the floor. She didn’t sound like the Linda I used to know. Her parents had always been very conservative and placed a high value on education. They would be heartbroken if they found out she was pregnant at this age. Read More

Lori’s pov.

“Sis, you’re late today.” Ian shouted from the living room.

“I got stuck in traffic.” I took off my shoes and went to my room to drop off my backpack. “It took more than an hour on the train.” I couldn’t believe it was already 5:30 pm when I glanced at the clock. Read More

Lori’s pov.

“Hey, Lori, we saved a seat for you!” Shane waved to me as soon I arrived in bio class.

“Thanks, Shane.” I was a little disappointed that it was in the first row again. But I gladly took it since I barely made it on time and most of the seats on the ground floor were already taken. Read More

Lori’s pov.

“Oh, I’m so glad that the labs don’t start till next week!” Susan exclaimed after chem class.

“Me too!” Jody replied with a big smile.

“Wanna go to the restaurant and then go shopping again?” Read More

Mark’s pov.

When we arrived at the gym, he took off his shoes, placed them inside a shoe box on the wall and dashed straight upstairs to a particular room. “Hurry, Mark! We’re already late.”

I did everything he did as quick as I could and dashed after him. “How come we’re late? Did we take too long tying my belt?” Read More

Mark’s pov.

“You found both of them? Good job, Mark! I knew I could count on you.” Advisor 223’s eyes lit up.

“There was also a guy who seemed to like Lori a lot.”

“What’s his name?” Read More

Mark’s pov.

“So.” Jody looked at the assignment outline. “We have to research the history of a famous machine used in engineering and write a report on it. There’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 options.” She counted the number of bullets written on the assignment. “Which one would you guys like to work on?” Read More

Mark’s pov.

“She showed my ex-girlfriend my baby pictures.” Alan’s hair was completely different from the photo Advisor 223 sent me. It was neatly cropped in the photo, but the real Alan’s hair was long and covered part of his face. And even the colour is a different shade of red.

“That must’ve been sweet.” Read More

Mark’s pov.

Now, my real mission begins. I made up a plan in my mind before heading out to the Biology lecture in the afternoon. This class was held inside the Crown Theatre Hall, the auditorium where the welcome ceremony was held on the first day of school. It’s built exactly as a theatre where plays can be performed. Apparently, it was modeled after Dr. Martin’s favourite theatre in London and scaled up three times in order to fit around 1000 people. This is almost 20 times the capacity of an average classroom, which fits around 50-60 people. Read More

Mark’s pov.

“I defy your challenge, Mark Winfield!” A body blocked my way as I made my way towards the door after class. “A pathetic foreigner like you has no right to challenge me.”

“Huh? Challenge? What challenge?” When I looked up, Chihu was glaring at me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Read More

Mark’s pov.

“You guys are awfully quiet for a first-year class!” The professor’s voice was quite high pitched for a male. His white dress-shirt and black pants clung to his scrawny body. His sharp facial features were somewhat softened by a pair of small round glasses. “I’m Professor Polish. Nice to meet you all.” Read More

Mark’s pov.

“Have you located your target yet?” Advisor 223 called me at 7 am on Wednesday morning. My first task was to identify a girl named Lori Shin, a first year bioengineering student who lives off campus with her parents and younger brother.

“No, not yet. But I did get a cell phone and laptop.” I showed him my accomplishments. “It took a few hours to figure out how to work these ancient machines, but I managed!” Read More