Ending of Book 4
That week, she went shopping for presents for her parents. She had already sent something to her grandmother. They ate out, every single day, and saw the New Year in at a good vantage point, without any riots. It had been a very busy year, and Willow wondered what the next would bring.

Chapter 1

Jan was a short, skinny, blond hair blue eye boy that needed a boost. Things were OK, just

boring, so boring. His life with his mother since his father had been deported back to Germany

was much more calm. His Mother Alice Brown worked as a Legal Assistant with a boring group of
five attorneys. With her husband around her last name was Braun but since the forces separation,
she had Americanized it.

This is an AI-assisted story as I wanted to see how close it could come to the storyline I wanted to write. Surprisingly, it came close but, as you can probably tell, it is not written in "my voice",
The Test Drive series will be the only one I will write with AI-assistance.
Created using NovelAI with a lot of my own voice thrown in for this chapter.

Chapter 15: The Weight of Choices

I thought I had posted this ages ago but realised I'd only half written it. I have finished it and offer it for your entertainment - oh, no you don't, oh yes I do. Probably worth re-reading Principal Boy first, it will make more sense.
https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/33816/principal-boy

Principal Boy 2.
by
Angharad.

The Recoverer (13)
by
Angharad.

“Do you think Phil and Pam are going to work out long term?” I asked Anna.

“Probably. Did you see the way they were looking at each other last night when they left?”

“Yeah. They both texted me their thanks.”

“They texted me to say thanks, too. So ready to find two more tonight?”

“Huh?”

“Let’s go to the straight club tonight and find two more of those guys too shy to ask a girl out. If they have someone they were interested in, we try and set them up, and if not, we try to encourage them to ask someone.”

March 15, 2014  

1:47 PM  

It was March. March, and if ever there was a truer place for the old adage in like a lion, out like a lamb, the house sat at the heart of it. High on a hill, surrounded by miles of open land, it stood against the storm—a solitary shape swallowed by white.

The blizzard thickened, the wind growing restless. Snow lashed the north side of the house, piling against the walls, shifting like a living thing.

Dennis pulled on his coat, tension flickering across his face. “I need to check on the animals.”

His wife frowned. “Be careful, Denny. The animals aren’t worth getting yourself killed over.”

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Cyn. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Dennis pulled back the curtain on the kitchen door, peering out into the storm. The barn light flickered dimly through the swirling snow—at least there was still power. He was grateful he’d buried the feed underground, though frost heaves were always a risk.

He glanced back at Cyndi and Little Denny, then stepped outside.

The door slammed shut, pulled by the wind, rattling the frame. Cyndi watched him grip the top rail of the fence between the house and the barn, steadying himself as he disappeared into the storm.

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Chapter 38: Lunchtime Drama

Sapphire and Yuqi strolled into the bustling lunchroom, their laughter intertwining like music as they exchanged a secret joke. The tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, overpowering even the chatter of students. Their trays were a sight to behold—Yuqi's was an impressive tower of culinary indulgence, stacked high with three juicy burgers and a veritable mountain of crisp, golden fries, glistening under the bright cafeteria lights.

HOPELESS HIGH ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE SCHOOL YEAR

Hopeless High did not live up to my expectations. At first sight it was far, far worse. And to make things even worse “Hopeless High School” really was it’s name. The pride of Hopeless, MT. pop. 6,421, including me now. Hopeless had decided to keep the name because it drew tourists. Perhaps as many as 2 000 every year. Doesn’t sound much but it was the difference between life and deaths – for the motel and the one decent restaurant in town, sorry, city.

Greg finds out that it's never too late to become a princess.

There are five girls in the kitchen, which serves to confuse me as Lauren had said only six girls were employed and I’d seen the bulk of them, or so I thought. It doesn’t take me long, however, to work out that for the event, outside help had been hired. This fact makes me even more self conscious as I enter the room, escorted by Brynna in my gray uniform; a dress that hangs just below my knees. One of the girls is significantly older than me, probably in her thirties with black hair trussed up into a bun and is mostly covered by a kerchief.