Completing my chapter : author and finisher of my faith

"Just a wish to be granted...

Whatever you want in life, you have the power now. All you have to do is put it down, and I'll get it done. What do you wish for?"

*Silence, followed by a gentle howl of the wind*

"Well, I yearn to break free from the constraints that hold me back, to unlock my potential and pursue my deepest desires.

I crave the freedom to grow, to self-determine, and to live life on my own terms…. I want freedom."

"Freedom, you say..."

"Mhmm"

"Put it down, then."

The hollow voice spoke as a blank paper fabricated out of thin air before Sammy, along with the same pen.

He reached for it it's glow multiplying at the touch of his fingers, as he wrote his words down on the plain paper hovering before him.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You won't get another chance."

Sammy replied with a nod.

"Granted."

A hopeful smile crept onto his face, just as he began to gain consciousness of his surroundings.

"Wait, where am i—"

(Warp!...)

An energy so tight pulled him out of the space he was like liquid in into a flash.

Ahhhlglurlrll!!

Whoooshh!!!

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College was one of the places Sammy would never go to again if he had the chance. He hated it so much, but didn't make a fuss or show it because he knew how much his mother had put into getting him into a luxurious institution like Philmon Academy.

It was her dream for him, and it meant a lot to her. She was just helplessly overzealous and smothering and Sammy knew how to manage her like that.

"Mr. Wynter.."

A huge slice of his miserable life was here at Philmon Academy. He was more like an isolate than a student. One of the top ten smartest in the whole college, but still lived like an anti-social.

"Mr. Wynt..."

Understandably, one of the average amongst billionaire kids.….the only average one, actually.

Mr. Wynter!"

Slam!

A small, tender palm slammed against Sammy's desk, making his eyes flash open as suppressed laughters came from his classmates.

"Mr. Wynter, are you okay?" His lecturer asked, her gaze fixed on him as he raised his head from his desk immediately wiping the saliva from his cheek.

"Ewww!" The rest of the students exclaimed.

"I knew this would happen... ugh," Sammy groaned inwardly.

"Are you okay, Mr. Wynter?" Miss Queeneth asked. A blonde, beautiful damsel in her prime - 22 years of age, with red hair, pale skin, wearing a short black mini office skirt accentuating her curves and a red long-sleeve blouse giving her time bombs more than enough air to take in.

One of the top three hottest lecturers in the academy. So attractive, the male lecturers and senior students had eyes on her, especially Sammy's classmates.

Sammy, on the other hand, didn't stand a chance, though he admired these young female lecturers like every other male did, his inferiority complex kept him calm and quiet, and always in his head space.

"Miss Queeneth, I'm sorry... I uh..."

"I feel you've separated yourself from the class, Samuel," Queeneth said, resting forward on his table, giving him a sterner look as he rubbed his eyes for clearer vision.

Swallowing hard, Sammy tried to look away from the huge melons looking like they would roll upon him at any second as he tried to maintain his gaze in hers

"No, ma'am, I've been following the class the whole time; I was just resting my head a little."

"Really? Then you wouldn't mind telling the class the last thing I said, right?" She asked, making the whole class erupt in another burst of suppressed laughter.

"Shit,"

Samuel cursed inwardly. Mockery wasn't new to him. His classmates never wasted an opportunity to do so. They always took him as a lower-grade person, not excluding every other student in the academy.

His miserable life was known by all.

Standing up slowly with his gaze fixed on Mrs. Queeneth, Sammy was totally blank and out of words.

As pretty as these lecturers were, they were strict, corrupt, and annoying, especially when you weren't like the rest of the billionaire kids who had something to offer.

"What was the last thing I said, Mr. Wynter? Don't waste our time."

Is this bitch really going to do this this morning Sammy thought looking irritated.

"If you don't know the answer, you could just apologize, and I'll think about not giving you a bad record."

I guess this is what you get when a girl just a few years older than you gets to be your lecturer. Sammy thought letting out a deep breath.

Just then, 'Mr. Samuel Wynter' came through the speakers, making everyone look up.

The head and owner of Philmon Academy, Mrs. Sasha Belle, spoke.

"You are to leave whatever you're doing and come to my office this instant."

Silence fell as all eyes turned to him. Without hesitation, Sammy walked out of the class, escaping his classmates' humiliation and his annoying but attractive lecturer.

The real deal of the academy was simple: money. That's if you wanted to matter or rather wanted things to go your way.

If you weren't academically smart, it wasn't a problem if you had about ten million dollars to solve that issue through one session, at least.

You wanted a position as the academy's head student, or any position at all? You had to be richer than the others who applied, just like you, to attain it.

Even grievous crimes were dissolved with the right amount to balance it. That's just the way it worked at the academy as a whole, and it wasn't a new culture either.

Knock! Knock!

"Yes, come in, please." Sammy pressed down the cold handle and stepped into the headmistress's office, the cold air enveloping him as his eyes met his mother's.

"My baby, oh my goodness, I've been so worried about you," Mary exclaimed, leaving her seat as she embraced her son.

"Mum?"

"Mum, what the hell are you doing here? Don't you have a meeting you should be at?"

"Look at your eyes; they're red. Were you sleeping in class?" Mary asked, ignoring his question.

"What? No, no, why would you say that?" Sammy chuckled nervously, turning to face the school headmistress. "I would never sleep in class."

"Afternoon to you too, Mr. Wynter," Mrs. Sasha replied.

"Baby, how could you forget such a thing?" Mary said, before Sammy could speak up as she took out an inhaler from her handbag.

"It's been over five hours, and you didn't have your inhaler with you... what have you been thinking? I found this in my bag during the meeting. I was so worried about you I had to come back immediately."

Sammy's condition was so terrible that, so far, he was awake and using his body; he couldn't do without that inhaler of his, a special one prescribed by his doctor, for at least two hours without taking a drag in.

But so far, he hadn't used it for over five hours since his mom dropped him off at the academy, which was quite a big deal to be worried about. This made his mother really confused than worried. But not Sammy; this wasn't one of the strange things that had happened to him today, and for some reason, he wasn't as worried as expected.

"Please tell me you're okay... here, take it now," Mary said, handing him the inhaler, but Sammy hesitated.

"I don't think I feel like it, Mom."

"What do you mean you don't feel like it, baby? This is your life we're talking about; come on, take it now," the headmistress seated quietly, watching the drama unfold

"Would you please stop calling me baby for goodness' sake? We've talked about this." "Besides, if anything was to happen, it would have happened already; I mean, it's been over four hours now, and I'm still okay. I don't think I need it anymore."

"What is your problem, son?" "Nothing is my problem, Mom. I've been going through a lot lately, okay?"

Sammy raised his voice as a broad silence followed.

Exchanging a quick glance with the headmistress, Mary faced her son.

"I just feel I shouldn't use it anymore... at least until we conduct a test on me first."

"Just to be sure."

"Sigh... Okay, then." Mary agreed with a stern look in him.

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"I'm sure, ma'am, he doesn't even show any signs of once being an asthma patient at all. That's what's even surprising to me. Are you sure he had asthma?"

"Yes, doctor."

"As a matter of fact, he is 100% healthy to me."

"What?" Mary said, looking at her son, who sat still with a more confused look.

"How is this possible?" Mary asked, her eyes glued to the test results the doctor handed her immediately

"You're no longer asthmatic?

Just like that?"

Sammy remained silence his gaze fixed on a spot on the ground. Ur was all making sence now.