SECRETS. Too many secrets!

Naiah is a girl who grew up with hardly any guidance from her parents. She, however, grew up fine. Really fine! She had been traveling for so many years and finally settled in a place she wants to call home. 

Naiah went into a school, called Code University, where she meets or better say, someone, introduced her, to an odd male cousin. From then on she meets many vibrant people along the way. She felt out of place upon meeting these people, they all seemed much too familiar with each other. That's when she learned, they all had a secret that can shatter you down the core. 

Those secrets, how deep did they go? How sharp can those secrets be? Time goes by and everything begins to become unleashed from their secretive tight grip. 

No one knows what will be the consequences once they are exposed. How deep will their scars be? 

Secrets! A simple word that can make your life a living hell. A sharp word that can hurt you more than you could ever think. A dangerous word that will be your greatest enemy. 


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Code A: You're my Mission

“Red! Wake up! Come on!” a seven-year-old girl shouted at her sister. She’s wearing an all-white outfit. 


From her white headband on her head, a white round shirt, and a white short down to her white slippers. Not to mention her watch, which was also in white. 


“I’ll count to three and if you’re not yet going to get up, I’ll destroy your red collections” the girl in white threatened and it seemed like an effective one when the girl named Red, abruptly gets up from the bed. 


Her eyes were still puffy red signed that she just woke up. Red rubbed her eyes and looked at her sister. Anger and coldness were evident in it. 


“How dare you threaten me with my collections? Do they bother you in any way?” Red asked in a monotone voice. 


“Oh, come on Red! Stop with your cold and rude act” Red’s sister surely is a pain in the ass. 


“This is me, Blue. Aren’t you used to it?” Red asked her sister, Blue, still in a monotone voice. 


YMM#33: None of your business