THE HISTORIAN

The Navaan Intitute

WARNING!!!

All the characters and places in this book have no existence whatsoever outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation to anyone having the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are merely invention.

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Author
Hi readers. I just want to warn everybody to be cautious and aware that this story have so many errors, wrong spellings and grammars and not even edited. And, just like other amateur authors " I'm not perfect".

Enjoy reading!!! :)

Ps: Pictures/Photos used in this story aren't mine. Credit to the owner.

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I knot my tie for the fifth time for thirty minutes now. I'm starting to lose my patience trying to knot this stupid tie. I pull the final knot and it's still not look like the way a tie should.

I breath irritated and just pull it off and throw it somewhere behind my back.

I straightened my polo shirt and folded the sleeves above my elbows. I wear my coat and did the same. I open two buttons as a substitute for my missing tie.

I look at my appearance at the mirror. I shrug when I'm contented to what I look seems like formal enough.

I heard a knock to my door and a female voice I'm so used to hear.

"Lucas! Let's go we're gonna be late!"

I walk to the door getting my important belongings along the way.

I can't stop an amused smile as my mother continue her complaints about me and my father.

"Oh goodness! I swear you and your father are so much alike in every way! Your father been trying to knot his tie for hours!---"

"I'm trying sweetie, I just forgot the right way to knot it but I'm right there just a couple more minutes ."

I hear my father shout from their room cutting my mother's rants.

I smile and shake my head to their bickering.

I saw my mother already descending to the stairs while still talking about my father and ties.

I continue my way when I saw my father fidgeting with his tie. He look at me and to my missing tie and scowl. He pull off his tie and discarded it behind him. He straightened his coat and open two buttons.

"This seems formal enough."

He said grinning and followed my still grumbling mother downstairs.

Yup. I think my mother's right.

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Hundreds of flashing cameras greeted us when we descended out of our car.

Photographers and reporters shouting our name to look at them. Throwing questions you can't understand because of the rush to get our attention.

My parents give them a couple of poses before entering the building not answering the questions some reporters shouts. Tall guards surrounding them to cover them to safely enter the hall.

I started to walk through and instantly all the cameras on me.

Hundreds of blinking cameras and shouted questions piled up it started to irritate me.