For each of us, things and events present themselves differently. We cannot afford to be envious of the happiness of others. Happiness comes in different forms; we need to be attentive and know our needs to seize the opportunity when it arises.

Do we know what it's like to love and be loved when we are young? Are our choices considered? We will never know if we never try it, and love does not wait for age. It falls on you.

And fate? Does that mean anything to you?

So no matter how hard you try to change it, it remains unchanged. What is written cannot be undone. 

At Woodhill, a private high school located in the heart of New York, the elites of this society come together to receive the best academic training of all time. All these teenagers are descendants of responsible and prosperous families.

But as it is written, there are always exceptions when there are rules enacted somewhere. Among the rotten-spoiled petty-bourgeois, a few children from the small society are accepted as little geniuses. They all have brilliant brains; that's the only thing they have in common with New York City's future leaders.

Again, there are a few exceptions among those who can afford academic training worthy of their social rank but do not have the required level. But as they say, between friends, we support each other. Money makes the law. Of course, you can be brilliant but can't afford to access Woodhill. On the other hand, if you are part of this bourgeois elite, you are unlikely to be denied access.

There is a boy with the most interesting personality in this category, who is intelligent but does not have sufficient means. Some say that he is bipolar, others say that he has schizophrenia, and so many stories circulate about him, but no one really knows who he is.

Howie is the name of this mysterious boy who is being chatted up in Woodhill. A god-sand-beautiful, intelligent, and talented boy who, unfortunately, is poor and disturbed. Some see him as a waste because of that.

No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise

Stop walking backward man, it's annoying and you've been talking about this same story over and over since the night before last night. You are going to drive me crazy El, it is not possible, you will never change. 


I wonder if you've been able to close your eyes since this story, you seem very concerned about all this. 


In the large main hall of the high school, Howie and Bravael were chatting while heading to their advanced math class, college program. They were even late but Bravael is obsessed with this story with the Rufus that haunts him. 


So does Howie, but this one shows no signs that this story is bothering him too. It's for this reason that El keeps breaking his ears with it over and over again. 


He can't even sleep properly anymore, he wakes up in the middle of the night sweating, his dreams have been filled with nightmares ever since. 


Altercation