Chapter 1:


The meaning

I’m the unluckiest person in this world, for sure.

My name is Ihm, Ihm Fausto, and I really can’t understand how has this happened to me again. I’m 18 years old, that stage in life when you are supposed to decide what and where to study. 

That stage in life people are still young enough to have dreams, as wild as their minds would run, yet are mature enough to realize their limits. Moreover, it’s the stage every single American movie covers in their summer love stories. Sadly, those pretty damn high standards I had, have happened to end up being really underwhelming. 

I’m not the kind of unlucky guy you are thinking of. You know, like that friend of yours who manages to always be dating with asshole after asshole, or that other friend of yours who tried to download anime on their pc and got a virus installed.

It’s not the kind of fortune that makes you get late to school because of your parents’ car breaking down (although that could be considered as good luck), or that makes you feel unwell the day your basketball team is playing the national championship’s final, not allowing you to play.

How my luck has really affected me in a negative manner, is similar to how it affected the P0wer Puff$ Girl$ when the professor Ut0nium spilled the Chemical X on the pot, giving them superpowers alongside their characteristics. Although, in my case, it’s the complete opposite way.

In other words, God has given me… not a single dream, nor aspiration, nor special ability.

“And what is this that happened again?” You may ask. 

Well, is there anything more depressing and bothering than that feeling you get when you’re about to accomplish something big and then… fail? That’s exactly what happened.

It may sound as contradictory, but my biggest aspiration is to find an aspiration, and after thinking I had finally founded it, my enthusiasm vanquished, again…

21st September, Union College.

Summer had passed, and my alarm clock woke me up in a white, almost empty room, if it wasn’t for my yet unopened suitcase. I slowly sat up, and after rubbing my eyes, I saw what time it was.

“8:15… shit, I’m late.”

I quickly put the first shirt and shorts I saw on and clumsily directed towards the bathroom. I washed my face with fresh water, and then looked up to the mirror.

“You’ll surely find a reason to live soon” I said to the mirror.

After that I got out of my room, and headed to my first day as an academic.

While was walking, I heard some older academics talking about their Basketball club practices.

“We’re having our first game in two weeks and we need two more players, we should try to approach the first years as soon as possible.”

While he was saying that our eyes make contact, so after realizing I was a first year and telling his other two friends, they approached me.

“You are a first year, right?”

“Yeah, I got here yesterday.”

“Did you hear us?”

“Well, partly. You want first years to join your Basketball club, am I wrong?”

“Nope. That’s exactly what we were talking about-“

“Kerr, we’re late, and he is too, we should hurry”.

“You’re right, Zack. If you want to join our club come to the gym at 6, we’ll happily accept you…”

“I’m Ihm Fausto, but you can call me Fausto”

“Alright Fausto, see ya.”

They where pretty kind, but I’m definitely not joining the Basketball club. Not again.

I was staying at the campus, so I was only 5 minutes away the classes. I quickly made my way through it and finally got to my first lesson. 

After a rather boring day, I decided to take a look to the others club at the bulletin board (definitely not basketball) so that I could meet more people and get more chances to finally understand what’s my purpose, something that could bring joy to my life.

“Judo club…, Tennis club…, Swimming club…”

How did they manage to put together, apart from the basketball one, every single club I, by no means, would choose?

Breakdance…, Literature…”

I don’t see any that could interest me.

“Are you looking for a club?” Asked someone behind me.

She was a tall, black girl. She had curly black hair, almost reaching her ankles, and honey eyes. She seemed athletic, and was wearing some jeans and a white blouse. I, for a moment, got stuck in her beautiful but intense eyes. “Wow… she is really pretty” I thought.

“Yeah, but I’m not into any of these ones.” I answered.

“Figured as much, I saw you clearly disappointed about the normal clubs so I thought you could be an interesting asset…”

Normal?” “What’s the meaning of normal?” I thought.

“Would you mind following me?”

“Err… I guess?”

We went outside, and after following her for like 10 minutes, we got to someone’s campus room.

“Is this really a club? Seems like a normal room to me.”

She then proceeded to knock three times in a weird rhythm - a password, I guess.

After doing it twice, someone opened.

He was a short, blonde haired guy. He’s eyes were blue, and had a scar running through the right corner of his mouth. Is there a reason why the members of this “club” are so handsome?

“Oh, so you find someone, Marie.”

“Yes, he was deciding on a club but liked none. I felt this guy could help us.”

“You’ve got a good eye, so now I’m interested to.”

“What’s your name?”


“Welcome to the Secret club, Fausto”.

Secret? This sounds bad”  I said to myself.

But if I’m honest… this club suits my purspo- well, my purpose of finding a purpose. I suppose I’ll hear what they have to tell  me.

Joe Gold
Syed Al Wasee

The meaning