This is written by me, as the youngest and least talented, I'm entitled to Janitor. Ugh. |
This is the story of me. Me geting into the academy. Blah blah blah. Sadly, the only way into the academy for me is being assigned as a Janitor, as weak as I am. I'm in trouble. The miracles of God have been forced to a stop for my poor soul alone. Every day I go through another unbearable time of cleaning toilets and tripping over soda cans that those idiots can't pick up for themselves. Why should I pamper them? I shouldn't need to, but it's the only way I can even step foot into this school. I'm too young, as a matter of fact. Everyone here is in their teen years, and I'm stuck in my tween years, while only teens can attend. Now today is actually starting to be a good one, why? Because today is my thirteenth birthday, and I can actually join the rank of no-star. There are five-stars, which are the highest rank, down, four-stars, three-stars, and on. You get the point. Well, these stars are based on the strength of your ability. In my case it would be the destruction of any miracle, I mean seriously. I run into people turning a corner, or trip over the smallest rock on the road. Rotten luck if you ask me. |