,,,You wake up drenched in sweat, your shirt and underwear sticking to your body like mosquitoes in summer. Picking up the glass of water next you, you gulp it down and think about the nightmare you just had.
Your nightmare foreshadowed the shittiest day you would ever have at school. Quite literally, because at some point, a fat seagull steals your lunch while its partner in crime shits on your head as they fly away.
So far, in your dream, you recall having the teacher call on you during the class' Socratic Seminar, and as you stand up to talk, you forget what you were going to say. The worst part is when the class just stares at you, the silence suffocating. The middle is a little fuzzy, but you remember attempting to buy boba and chicken from your favorite [[boba|shitty day]] place, but not being able to get it...you don't remember why yet.You've had dreams like this before, everyone has it at some point in their life. But you've never had one as (text-style:"emboss")[vivid] as this. You look at your arm and notice your hair is standing on end, the gooseflesh apparent in the early morning light.
You turn on your phone and realize that you're about to be late to school. Do you decide to go to [[school|go to school]], or [[stay at home|stay at home]] and just call it a day? You don't want to disappoint your parents, and who said a little bird poop would stop you from having a great day? And since when have you had prophetic dreams anyway? You're sure that it is just a dream, and nothing more.
You get out of bed, and quickly run your fingers through your hair, wincing in pain as they catch through a few tangles. You grab your backpack, shove some snacks inside, and contemplate taking a few other things as well. Do you risk grabbing at least one more [[thing|grab more things]] before going to school and getting to class late, or do you [[book it|run to school]]?You decide it's not worth it to go to school. Getting shat on by an evil rat-like thing with wings? No, not worth it.
You go downstairs to get some breakfast, and run into your dad. Fortunately, he's more lenient than your mom. Maybe you can reason with him and explain why you're skipping school a week before [[AP exams|reason with Dad]]. (Didn't know that, did you?)You don't want to go to school **too** unprepared. After changing, you briskly walk to your desk and choose what to bring to school.
You see your [[pencil case|Bring Pencil]], and your [[water bottle|Water Bottle]]. Which one do you bring to school?You don't have time for this! You can't afford being late to school for the ninth time in a row! You're one more tardy away from getting a warning from the principal, and your phone confiscated from your parents.
You pick up your backpack, run out the door, and crash into your [[best friend|run into best friend2]]."Hey, don't you have school today?" Your dad takes a sip from his coffee mug, his brows furrowed, his questioning eyes on your face.
Do you [[lie|lie to Dad]] and try to convince him that you have a perfectly legitimate reason for staying home? Or do you [[tell him|truth to Dad]] part of the truth and hope that he sympathizes with you?"Haha, no, there's no school today. Don't you remember? It's a school holiday."
"Really?" Your dad frowns.
"Yeah, it's Teacher Work Day." You start to sweat. Maybe lying wasn't a good idea after all. You were never good at that anyway.
"Huh, I must have forgotten...Alright then, maybe I should ask your mom."
SHIT. Your dad may be smart, but your mom was perceptive and could instantly see through your lie. Do you try to [[avoid her|avoid Mom]] or [[face|face your Mom]] her head-on?You tell your Dad that you're feeling sick, and that you were having a terrible nightmare that prevented you from having a good night's rest. Your dad wishes you well, and lets you go by...until you see your mom. She eagle-eyes the truth out of you (what can I say, your mom happens to know her children well) and you are forced to go to school. Can't fail those [[AP tests|Unsuc Avoid Parents]] now, [[can we|Disowned]]?That was a trick question that you failed. Your mom can sense your fear from a mile away and she zeroes in on you like a vulture on a dead cow. You're going to school, whether you like it or [[not|Unsuc Avoid Parents]].Who told you that that would be a good idea? She sees your twitching eye, your shifty feet, and a slight waver in your voice. You're going to school, whether you like it or [[not|Unsuc Avoid Parents]].
As you run upstairs to get your things, your dad stops in his tracks and exclaims "Wait a minute, only elementary and middle schools have Teacher Work Days!"If you don't want to be disowned by your parents, then you're getting all 5's whether you like it or [[not|truth to Dad]]."Hey!" Rocco exclaims, wincing and rubbing his sore butt, punching you in the shoulder. "What was that for?"
You get up quickly and grab his arm, pulling him up.
"Sorry, it was my bad. I tried to skip school and my mom figured it out. I was just trying to get out of there before she came at me with her slipper."
Your friend laughs.
"LOL, no biggie. I know your mom can be kind of a hard-as——" The slipper barely misses Rocco's head, and the both of you take it as a cue to [[run|get to School]].Rocco reminds you of a Socratic Seminar that your teacher is going to hold today. Just one problem. In your hurry to get to school, you leave your notes behind. Damn it. And you thought that you could avoid the bad things in your dream from happening in real life.
But don't worry, even without your notes, you should be able to remember what you read the night before! Also, English isn't even your first class. It's [[Math|Class on time]].You get to class just in time. As you walk into the classroom, the teacher's head turns back and gives a small nod of approval. She's been tracking how many times you've come late to her class, and you sure as heck don't want to give her another reason to roast you.
Just as you sit down and start taking out your notes, you realize that you didn't bring a pencil with you. Do you turn around and ask your [[crush|ask crush for a pencil]] for a pencil, or do you ask your [[rival|ask Chad for a pencil]] in love, Chad McChad ([[who IS Chad, anyway?|Who's Chad]])?You decide to take your pencils with you. You figure that if you get thirsty, you can just drink from the water fountain at [[school|Getting to school late]].You decide to take your water bottle. You've seen the weird green sludge growing in the water fountain. You'd rather not suffer from food poisoning from one bad [[decision|pre-roast]].You run to school, and go to your first class: Math. Swinging open the classroom door, your face red with the effort of trying to slow your breathing, the rest of the class looks at you as you try to sneak your way to your seat. The door closes with a loud clicking sound, and just as you're about to sit down, you hear the teacher start tutting at you.
"CJ, how //nice// of you to stop in during your busy day and attend my class."
Crap. You forgot how salty your Math teacher can be [[sometimes|salty]].
You prepare yourself for [[the worst|the teacher roasts you]].Sometimes? You mean [[all the time|Getting to school late]].Oh no. It can't be. The teacher wouldn't do this to you. At least not in front of—
And that's when you see her, your crush, M, turned backed in her chair to watch the massacre begin. As your teacher starts ranting at you about your nine tardies, whether you care about succeeding in this class and later in life, and the difference between being independent and being disrespectful, you can't help looking at as she and rest of the class looks at you, horrified and empathetic as you continue to be burned.
Do you attempt to defend yourself and [[roast her back|counter roast2]], or do you stay quiet and accept your [[punishment|accept fate2]]?You run to school, and go to your first class: Math. Swinging open the classroom door, your (text-colour:"red")[face a tomato red] with the effort of trying to slow your breathing, the rest of the class looks at you as you try to sneak your way to your seat. The door closes with a loud (text-style:"rumble")[clunk], and just as you're about to sit down, you hear the teacher start tutting at you.
"CJ, how //nice// of you to stop in during your busy day and attend my class."
Crap. You forgot how salty your Math teacher can be [[sometimes|salty2]].
You prepare yourself for [[the worst|the teacher roasts you2]].Sometimes? You mean [[all the time|pre-roast]].Oh no. It can't be. The teacher wouldn't do this to you. At least not in front of—
And that's when you see her. Your crush, M, turned backed in her chair to watch the massacre begin. As your teacher starts ranting at you about your nine tardies, whether you care about succeeding in this class and later in life, and the difference between being independent and being disrespectful, you can't help looking at M as she and rest of the class looks at you, horrified and empathetic as you continue to be roasted.
Do you attempt to defend yourself and [[roast her back|counter roast]], or do you stay quiet and accept your [[punishment|accept fate]]?You finally sit down, your face red with embarrassment, and try to keep your head down until the end of class...that is, until you feel someone tap on your shoulder.
"Psst...Hey CJ, can I borrow a pencil?"
Turning around to look, you notice it's M that's asking you if she can borrow a [[pencil|You don't have a pencil]]. Unfortunately, you find that since you chose to go to school without grabbing your stuff, you forgot to bring your pencil pouch with you. Frick.
"Sorry, I think I forgot my pencil puch at home." M's smile falters a little bit, and she says, "Yeah, no problem CJ. Lemme ask Chad for a pencil."
With a dashing grin, Chad McChad gives her his exclusive Oxy gel pencil. So much for getting closer to [[M|go eat lunch and complain to friend]].You finally sit down, your face red with embarrassment, and try to keep your head down until the end of class...that is, until you feel someone tap on your shoulder.
"Pss...Hey CJ, can I borrow a pencil?"
Turning around to look, you notice it's M that's asking you if she can borrow a [[pencil|You have a pencil]]. Thank the heavens, you brought a pencil with you. You mentally pat yourself on the back, start thinking that maybe you won't be having such a bad day after all. As you hand the pencil over to M, you start to say something, but then your voice does the most pre-pubescent crack that you've ever heard. Instead of saying "Here you go," it comes out as "HIii-yere you gOow."
Suppressing a laugh, M takes the pencil from you with trembling fingers. Until class ends, you can make it your mission to shrink as deep down into your hoodie as you can. In fact, you're so embarrassed, you just go home.
[[The End|Beginning]]Just as the teacher is getting fired up and ready for another round, you interject with some comments of your own.
"Oh yeah? You must not have anything better to do if the highlight of your day is roasting people less than half your age."
You continue with the roasts, until the teacher is fuming and just about ready to send you to the principal's office. The rest of the class continues staring at you, some of them snickering and others looking at you in awe and wondering if what just happened was some sort of weird nightmare.
Do you deliver the [[final blow|teacher starts crying]], or do you leave the last bit of her [[dignity|principal's office]] in place?You accept your fate, and let the teacher roast you until you're nothing but ashes.
As you pass by other students on the way to your desk, you can feel their sympathetic stares, and one of them even pats your back.
You try to avoid eye contact with M, but unfortunately for you, your desk is right in front of [[her's|big oof]].
You are merciless, and now the ruler of the classroom. This moment will go down in history, and whispers of what you did will travel through the halls. You have dealt the final blow.
The teacher has had enough, has reached her tipping point, and now she (link-reveal: "starts...")[crying]?
It's not a pretty cry either. It's one of those ugly cries, the kind of cry that makes the face turn into some unholy mask of tears, snot, and an open mouth dribbling with saliva that probably tastes like pure caffeine.
You don't know what to do. The class has now turned against you, how dare you make an old woman cry? Heartless. Shame on you. You do your best to quickly grab your things and slink out of the [[classroom|eat luncH]].You decide to have mercy on the old woman, and with a quivering finger and a dangerous tremble in her voice, she sends you to the principal's office.
You quickly pick up your things, stopping to look back at M (is that just me or is that admiration in her eyes?) and you take your time walking to the principal's office.
Or do you? I mean, the dream may have prophecied a bad day at school, but you've already come this far. Might as well take a little break and eat some lunch, no? It may only be morning, but you're already hungry.
What do you say? [[Continue|Meet the PrincipaL]] to the principal's office, or have a bit of a [[snack|seagulL]]?You are merciless, and now the ruler of the classroom. This moment will go down in history, and whispers of what you did will travel through the halls. You have dealt the final blow.
The teacher has had enough, has reached her tipping point, and now she (link-reveal: "starts...")[crying]?
It's not a pretty cry either. It's one of those ugly cries, the kind of cry that makes the face turn into some unholy mask of tears, snot, and an open mouth dribbling with saliva that probably tastes like pure caffeine.
You don't know what to do. The class has now turned against you, how dare you make an old woman cry? Heartless. Shame on you. You do your best to quickly grab your things and slink out of the [[classroom|eat lunch]].You decide to have mercy on the old woman, and with a quivering finger and a dangerous tremble in her voice, she sends you to the principal's office.
You quickly pick up your things, stopping to look back at M (is that just me or is that admiration in her eyes?) and you take your time walking to the principal's office.
Or do you? I mean, the dream may have prophecied a bad day at school, but you've already come this far. Might as well take a little break and eat some lunch, no? It may only be morning, but you're already hungry.
What do you say? [[Continue|Meet the Principal]] to the principal's office, or have a bit of a [[snack|seagull]]?Just as the teacher is getting fired up and ready for another round, you interject with some comments of your own.
"Oh yeah? You must not have anything better to do if the highlight of your day is roasting people less than half your age, and with more future than you've got left at your age?"
You continue with the roasts, until the teacher is fuming and just about ready to send you to the principal's office. The rest of the class continues staring at you, some of them snickering and others looking at you in awe and wondering if what just happened was some sort of weird nightmare.
Do you deliver the [[final blow|teacher starts crying2]], or do you leave the last bit of her [[dignity|principal's office2]] in place?You accept your fate, and let the teacher roast you until you're nothing but ashes.
As you pass by other students on the way to your desk, you can feel their sympathetic stares, and one of them even pats your back.
You try to avoid eye contact with M, but unfortunately for you, your desk is right in front of [[her's|big oof2]].
You walk into the principal's office. Rumors spread fast, so the principal already knows what happened before you walked in. He looks at you with a little fear in his eyes, and he lets you off with a warning.
You go back to [[class|go back to class]].What can I say, you have a love-hate relationship with food. You love eating it, but you hate the consequences (including a gurgling stomach and the weight that occasionally accumulates).
Speaking of, you feel your stomach rumble and decide it's time to eat.
Taking out your delicious tuna sandwich with extra tuna (mm, fishy breath), you start to remember the part of your dream where a seagull steals your lunch.
Do you decide to take [[caution|weapons]] and ready a weapon to fend off the bird, or do you ignore the message from your [[dream|seagull steals lunch]] and continue eating?The only weapon you have to defend yourself is your pencil. You fight the fat seagull, claw for claw, but your pencil is cheap and breaks easily. And while you weren't looking, a smaller seagull stole your lunch.
Hungry and tired, you decide to go home and tell your parents that you feel sick.
[[The End|Beginning]]You decide not to heed the warning from your dream, and fully enjoy your tuna fish sandwich with extra tuna.
You hear the bird before you see it, and it swoops down, snatching your sandwich away from you. You look after it, your mouth agape, and your early lunchtime ruined. You get ready for your next class: [[English|English class 7]].You decide to ask your crush for a pencil. Putting on your bravest face, you turn around, brushing a bit of your hair to the side, and ask, "Hey M, do you have a pencil I could borrow?"
She smiles at you, the stars twinkling in her eyes, and you feel like you're floating.
"Oh CJ, I'm sorry, I was just about to ask **you** for a pencil!" She giggles, her laugh tinkling like little bells. God, she's so cute.
"Why don't we both ask Chad McChad for one? I'm sure he must have a few [[spares|Ask Chad with M's help]]."You ask Chad for a pencil, and he stops nibbling on the eraser end long enough to give you a glare that could make you wet your pants. He gives you his disgusting chewed up pencil, with a drop of saliva dripping down the side, and watch as your crush asks him for a pencil as well.
He whips out his sleek, shiny pencil case, and pulls out the most magnificent Oxy gel pencil you've ever seen. You reckon it's an unreleased model. He hands it to her, and you start sulking.
That is, until you feel M tap on your shoulder. She gives you a wink, and switches pencils with you. Your heart aflutter, you try to say no, but she instead closes your hands around the Oxy gel and trades it for Chad's disgusting [[one|ask M or not]]."Hey Chad?" M asks sweetly. Chad quickly adjusts his baseball cap, brushing back his bangs, and says in his best douchey voice, "Yeah, what's up M?"
"Could you lend both CJ and I a pencil? Both of us forgot to bring them," M says apologetically.
"Yeah sure, just give me one sec." Chad turns around, takes a giant, slobbering bite out of the top of his eraser end, and gives you his pencil. For M, he whips out his sleek, shiny pencil case and hands her the most magnificent Oxy gel pencil you've ever seen. Probably an unreleased model. He hands that pencil to [[M|M gives the pencil to you]].
You're really going for it, and you figure if Chad's squad comes after you, you can run fast enough that it shouldn't be a problem.
You stand up, and as M is putting away her things, you stutter out, "Hey, M, would you want to go eat lunch with me?"
M looks up, (link-reveal:"surprised.")[
"Really? Just you and me?"
You panic, and add, "Uh, I mean, only if you're comfortable with it, I mean, I could invite my friend Rocco to join us."
M smiles at you apologetically, and replies, "Oh CJ, I would love to, but Chad actually asked me right before this class. Maybe next time?"
You notice a burning sensation in your right cheek, it must be Chad staring you down.
"Ah, no problem...(text-style:"strike")[maybe [[next time|eat lunch with your friend]]."]]You decide not to take your chances with Chad, and eat with Rocco. You tell him about M, how nice she was to trade pencils with you, and how you wish you had asked her to eat lunch. Rocco retorts, "So why didn't you?"
You give some half-assed excuse about not knowing whether she would have said yes or not, and Rocco just rolls his [[eyes|seagull fight]].
You think to yourself, (text-colour: red)["I will] (text-style:"strike")[always have the chance to ask her out to lunch. It's just] (text-colour: red)[not] (text-style:"strike")[my time. I'll just have to wait until Chad is out of the picture, then I'll ](text-colour: red)[ask her out."]You complain to Rocco about Chad, and then tell Rocco all about your time with M...even though all she did was trade pencils with you, you recognize that no one in their right mind would want Chad's icky pencil. And plus, you've never used an Oxy gel before, so using Chad's was like heaven.
You're glad that you asked M, and even if she didn't exactly say yes to you, you hope that you'll be able to eat lunch with her next [[time|seagull fight]].The bell rings, and as you get up to leave, you wonder whether you should try inviting M to lunch. But then again, trying to do that might result in Chad and his cronies beating you up behind the school.
What do you choose? Invite M to lunch and [[risk getting beat|lunch with M]], or enjoy a peaceful lunch with your [[bestie|lunch with Bestie]]?You hear a screeching sound, and as it starts to get <span style="font-size: 125%">louder</span> and (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 150%">louder</span>], you look up and see a large, fat seagull honing in on you...its target?
Your lunch.
Goddammit. You had forgotten about that part of your dream.
You ready your weapons...which isn't much, because you didn't have time to grab your stuff this morning. You throw your lunchbag at Rocco for him to protect it while you look for something you can fend the seagull off with. What do you use? [[Chad's exclusive Oxy gel|Stabby stabby]]? Or [[your banged up empty backpack|Crows2]]?You whip out Chad's Oxy gel, and you go ham on the evil snowy-white poop bomber. As the fat seagull swoops in to grab your tuna sandwich with extra tuna, you wield the Oxy gel and swipe at the seagull.
Humans may have been born defenseless, but the Oxy gel gives you an advantage. Expensive pencil vs. the seagull's claws. You fight the fight, and after you chase the seagull away, you turn around to find that your lunch is...gone?
Seagull poop. It turns out fatty had an accomplice. Which you forgot about. While you were having your epic fight with the large seagull, his smaller accomplice easily beat your defenseless friend. Not only have you lost your lunch, your friend has lost his pride.
You go to your next class: [[English|go to English with pencil]].You slide your backpack straps off your shoulders, and throw it around and about to ward off the nasty poop dropping bird. You throw it about so much, that Chad's Oxy gel flies out of a gaping hole in your backpack on (link-reveal:"accident.")[
A crow passing by recognizes the magnificence of the metallic pencil, and joins you in your fight. A murder of crows follows suit, and fights off the fat bird, even protecting your friend from another seagull that was looking to (link-reveal:"steal your lunch.")[
You have won the battle, and gained invaluable companionship for the price of a shiny pencil. You go to your next class: [[English|go to English without pencil]].]]You make your way to your English class. Thank goodness your friend reminded you that you have a Socratic Seminar today. Just one thing: you didn't have time to think about what you were going to say before lunch, so now you're rushing to think of things to say right before it begins.
Unfortunately, the crows took Chad's pencil as payment, so you don't have anything to take notes with. But you'll [[remember|you don't remember]] what to say, right?You make your way to your English class. Thank goodness your friend reminded you that you have a Socratic Seminar today. Just one thing: you didn't have time to think about what you were going to say before lunch, so now you're rushing to think of things to say right before it begins. Fortunately, you still have Chad's pencil, so you can take notes on the desk.
As the teacher starts the Socratic Seminar, you start to feel a familiar pain in your belly. Oh no. Your epic fight against the fat seagull has left you hungry...especially since you lost your [[lunch|hungry]]."Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add to the discussion?"
You try to avoid making eye contact with the teacher by reaching down into your backpack. You start pressing your hand into your stomach, attempting to quell the ache. However, your teacher notices you directly avoiding eye contact, and with a sharp-toothed grin, he cheerily says, "CJ, I don't think I've heard you say anything yet. Why don't you stand up and talk about your interpretation of the "A" in //The Scarlet Letter//?"
Oh no. This is exactly what you **didn't** want to happen. Calm down Ceej. You can do this.
You carefully stand up, trying not to irritate your stomach, and just as you're about to speak, the loudest stomach growl you have **//ever//** heard in your **//entire//** **LIFE** (text-style:"rumble")[erupts] from your belly, the sound not unlike the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[ROAR]</span> of a legendary (link-reveal:"beast.")[
The class is silent for what seems to be an eternity. Then, a small snicker is heard from one person in the classroom, igniting a fuse and causing an <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"shudder")[uproar of laughter]</span> to swell from the whole class.
That's it. You can't take it anymore. You run out of the classroom, all the way to your favorite [[boba shop|boba2]].] You stand up, ready to give the best speech **ever** about //The Scarlet Letter//. You've run through the bullet points in your mind, they're solid, and you stand, the class looking at you (link-reveal:"expectantly...")[
And you forget. You forget everything. You knew this was bound to happen but you were hoping to avoid this...then again, because you ate your lunch, you **might** have just enough brain food to get through this. You're gonna [[wing it|wing it]].]Yeah, you wing it. You might have stumbled in a few areas, but you throw in so many (link-reveal:"complex words")[ (like "synthesize," and "demonstrate")] that the teacher lets it pass. You sit down, proud of yourself, and glad that you at least tried. At least, until the next person who responds says, "I //respectfully// disagree," and goes on to shatter your analysis.
I mean, hey, at least you tried, [[right|boba]]?You've had a rough day, and it's time to treat yourself to your favorite beverage and snack: pearl milk tea. With the chewy pearls as a little something extra to enjoy, and the tea serving as a **tasteful** way of inhaling caffeine, you can't see why ANYONE would (link-reveal:"dislike it (haters be hatin').")[
You run to your favorite boba shop, and tired from the run, you don't notice the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You try to open the door, but it's locked. You read the sign on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
Groaning, you bang on the door once and you knock your head against the door lightly. You hear a thumping sound in the alleyway. You walk over and [[investigate.|run in with Chad]]]]That was probably the most embarrassing moment of you //**life**//. You need the smooth and relaxing taste of boba to calm you down.
You pause outside the boba shop's door, and feeling your stomach drop to the floor, you see the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[CLOSED]</span> (link-reveal:"sign.")[
You hear a faint thumping noise coming from the alleyway to your right, and the sound of someone crying. Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, a jock from your Math class, beating one of your classmates.
You feel a bubbling rage rising within you as you watch, and you have a decision to make: Do you [[intervene|fight Chad 2]] and take your anger out on Chad (and risk getting beat within an inch of your life) or do you choose to go [[home|go back home 2]] and try to forget what happened to you today?]Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, beating one of your classmates.
Do you decide to [[intervene|fight Chad]] or do you choose to go [[home|go back home]]?As you walk into the alleyway to intervene, Chad suddenly whirls around and stops, pinning you with his glare. He walks over to you, stepping over a puddle of (text-colour:"red")[blood].
"I heard that M gave you my Oxy gel." Chad chuckles, spitting on the ground.
You take a step back. "Yeah, what of it?"
Chad looks up at you, holding out his hand. "Well, (text-style:"emboss")[give it back]."
You stand tall. "I don't have it anymore. I, uh, lost it."
"You WHAT?" Chad's eyes are wide-open, his nostrils flared, and he huffs. "That's BS and you know it. I bet you just don't want to give it back."
"No, I really lost it. A bunch of crows took it from me, man. (text-style:"strike")[I'm sorry."]
"That's it. I've had it with you. If you're gonna keep lying, I'm gonna beat the truth outta you."
Chad starts coming towards you, fast. You get ready to block his punches, swinging your backpack off your shoulders and using it as a makeshift [[shield|kiss kiss fall in love]]. You don't want to fight Chad but he leaves you no choice.
Chad knows that M gave you his Oxy gel, and he wants it back. Unfortunately, you don't have it because the crows took it from you.
You try to convince him that you don't want to fight him, that you'll pay him back (link-reveal:"somehow.")[
He pins you you against the wall, the both of you breathing hard. This is it. This it the moment where you (link-reveal: "die.")[
Or maybe not? Maybe you can wing it, just like you did in your Socratic Seminar?
This is it. The BS of your LIFE. You start professing your love for Chad.
"I'm sorry Chad, I actually kept your pencil because...I love you!" You kiss him, even though you would rather be kissing M.
"I was just trying to get to M because...because I was jealous of her! I wanted to be close to you." You stop, hoping that (link-reveal:"he buys your BS.")[
Chad stares at you shocked. Then, a miracle happens. He starts crying.
Stuttering over his words, Chad cries, "No one has ever told me that before." He bear hugs you, and you pat him on the back.
I guess the two of you are dating now. Oh well. Maybe you'll eventually warm up to him.
[[The End?|Beginning]]]]]You choose to fight Chad. Everyone needs that moment that makes them feel like a hero.
Whipping out Chad's Oxy gel, you use it against him. The both of you duke it out with pencils. Since you have his Oxy gel, Chad has no choice but to use his cheap Ticonderoga pencil against you.
He's no match for you, and you easily defeat him. You go home feeling better about yourself.
[[The End|Beginning]]You've had enough, and you just want to go home. Maybe someone else can deal with Chad.
Once you get home, you pig out on ice cream and Netflix and go to sleep.
[[The End|Beginning]]As you start thinking of an evil plan to stick some gum on Chad's seat the next time he gets up, you feel M tapping on your shoulder.
She smiles, whispering, "Hey, can I trade pencils with you?" She hands you the glorious Oxy gel and takes the gnawed up #2 Ticonderoga in return.
Your heart feels like it's about to burst, and you feel brave enough to invite her to lunch...That is, only if you survive Chad beating you to a pulp.
You have an enormous life-changing decision to make. Do you [[eat lunch with M|eat lunch with M2]] or [[eat lunch with Rocco|eat lunch with your Bestie 2]]?
You're really going for it, and you figure if Chad's squad comes after you, you can run fast enough that it shouldn't be a problem.
You stand up, and as M is putting away her things, you stutter out, "Hey, M, would you want to go eat lunch with me?"
M looks up, (link-reveal:"surprised.")[
"Really? Just you and me?"
You panic, and add, "Uh, I mean, only if you're comfortable with it, I mean, I could invite my friend Rocco to join us?"
M smiles, a slight wrinkle creasing between her eyebrows, and says, "Oh CJ, I would love to, but Chad actually asked me right before this class. Maybe next time?"
You notice a burning sensation in your right cheek, it must be Chad staring you down.
"Ah, no problem...(text-style:"strike")[[[maybe next time|eat lunch with your friend2]]]."
]You decide not to take your chances with Chad, and eat with Rocco. You tell him about M, how nice she was to trade pencils with you, and how you wish you had asked her to eat lunch. Rocco retorts, "So why didn't you?"
You give some half-assed excuse about not knowing whether she would have said yes or not, and Rocco just rolls his [[eyes|seagull fight2]].
You think to yourself, (text-colour: red)["I will] (text-style:"strike")[always have the chance to ask her out to lunch. It's just] (text-colour: red)[not] (text-style:"strike")[my time. I'll just have to wait until Chad is out of the picture, then I'll ](text-colour: red)[ask her out."]You complain to Rocco about Chad, and then tell Rocco all about your time with M...even though all she did was trade pencils with you, you recognize that no one in their right mind would want Chad's icky pencil. And plus, you've [[never used an Oxy gel before|Asian Family]], so using Chad's was like (text-style:"outline")[heaven].
You're glad that you asked M, and even if she didn't exactly say yes to you, you hope that you'll be able to eat lunch with her next [[time|seagull fight2]].You hear a screeching sound, and as it starts to get <span style="font-size: 125%">louder</span> and (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 150%">louder</span>], you look up and see a large, fat seagull honing in on you...its target?
Your lunch.
Goddammit. You had forgotten about that part of your dream.
You ready your weapons...which isn't much, because you didn't have time to grab your stuff this morning. You throw your lunchbag at Rocco for him to protect it while you look for something you can fend the seagull off with. What do you use? [[Chad's exclusive Oxy gel|Stabby stabby2]]? Or [[your banged up empty backpack|Crows]]?You whip out Chad's Oxy gel, and you go ham on the evil snowy-white poop bomber. As the fat seagull swoops in to grab your tuna sandwich with extra tuna, you wield the Oxy gel and swipe at the seagull.
Humans may have been born defenseless, but the Oxy gel gives you an advantage. Expensive pencil vs. the seagull's claws. You fight the fight, and after you chase the seagull away, you turn around to find that your lunch is...gone?
Seagull poop. It turns out fatty had an accomplice. Which you forgot about. While you were having your epic fight with the large seagull, his smaller accomplice easily beat your defenseless friend. Not only have you lost your lunch, your friend has lost his pride.
You go to your next class: [[English|go to English with pencil2]].You slide your backpack straps off your shoulders, and throw it around and about to ward off the nasty poop dropping bird. You throw it about so much, that Chad's Oxy gel flies out of a gaping hole in your backpack on (link-reveal:"accident.")[
A crow passing by recognizes the magnificence of the metallic pencil, and joins you in your fight. A murder of crows follows suit, and fights off the fat bird, even protecting your friend from another seagull that was looking to (link-reveal:"steal your lunch.")[
You have won the battle, and gained invaluable companionship for the price of a shiny pencil. You go to your next class: [[English|go to English without pencil2]].]]You make your way to your English class. Thank goodness your friend reminded you that you have a Socratic Seminar today. Just one thing: you didn't have time to think about what you were going to say before lunch, so now you're rushing to think of things to say right before it begins. Fortunately, you still have Chad's pencil, so you can take notes on the desk.
As the teacher starts the Socratic Seminar, you start to feel a familiar pain in your belly. Oh no. Your epic fight against the fat seagull has left you hungry...especially since you lost your [[lunch|hungry2]].You make your way to your English class. Thank goodness your friend reminded you that you have a Socratic Seminar today. Just one thing: you didn't have time to think about what you were going to say before lunch, so now you're rushing to think of things to say right before it begins.
Unfortunately, the crows took Chad's pencil as payment, so you don't have anything to take notes with. But you'll [[remember|you don't remember2]] what to say, right?You stand up, ready to give the best speech **ever** about //The Scarlet Letter//. You've run through the bullet points in your mind, they're solid, and you stand, the class looking at you (link-reveal:"expectantly...")[
And you forget. You forget everything. You knew this was bound to happen but you were hoping to avoid this...then again, because you ate your lunch, you **might** have just enough brain food to get through this. You're gonna [[wing it|wing it2]].]Yeah, you wing it. You might have stumbled in a few areas, but you throw in so many (link-reveal:"complex words")[ (like "synthesize," and "demonstrate")] that the teacher lets it pass. You sit down, proud of yourself, and glad that you at least tried. At least, until the next person who responds says, "I //respectfully// disagree," and goes on to shatter your analysis.
I mean, hey, at least you tried, [[right|boba3]]?
You've had a rough day, and it's time to treat yourself to your favorite beverage and snack: pearl milk tea. With the chewy pearls as a little something extra to enjoy, and the tea serving as a **tasteful** way of inhaling caffeine, you can't see why ANYONE would (link-reveal:"dislike it (haters be hatin').")[
You run to your favorite boba shop, and tired from the run, you don't notice the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You try to open the door, but it's locked. You read the sign on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
Groaning, you bang on the door once and you knock your head against the door lightly. You hear a thumping sound in the alleyway. You walk over and [[investigate.|run in with Chad3]]]]Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad beating one of your classmates.
Do you decide to [[intervene|fight Chad2]] or do you choose to go [[home|go back home2]]?As you walk into the alleyway to intervene, Chad suddenly whirls around and stops, pinning you with his glare. He walks over to you, stepping over a puddle of (text-colour:"red")[blood].
"I heard that M gave you my Oxy gel." Chad chuckles, spitting on the ground.
You take a step back. "Yeah, what of it?"
Chad looks up at you, holding out his hand. "Well, (text-style:"emboss")[give it back]."
You stand tall. "I don't have it anymore. I, uh, lost it."
"You WHAT?" Chad's eyes are wide-open, his nostrils flared, and he huffs. "That's BS and you know it. I bet you just don't want to give it back."
"No, I really lost it. A bunch of crows took it from me, man. (text-style:"strike")[I'm sorry."]
"That's it. I've had it with you. If you're gonna keep lying, I'm gonna beat the truth outta you."
Chad starts coming towards you, fast. You get ready to block his punches, swinging your backpack off your shoulders and using it as a makeshift [[shield|kiss kiss fall in love]]. You don't want to fight Chad but he leaves you no choice.
Chad knows that M gave you his Oxy gel, and he wants it back. Unfortunately, you don't have it because the crows took it from you.
You try to convince him that you don't want to fight him, that you'll pay him back (link-reveal:"somehow.")[
He pins you you against the wall, the both of you breathing hard. This is it. This it the moment where you (link-reveal: "die.")[
Or maybe not? Maybe you can wing it, just like you did in your Socratic Seminar?
This is it. The BS of your LIFE. You start professing your love for Chad.
"I'm sorry Chad, I actually kept your pencil because...I love you!" You kiss him, even though you would rather be kissing M.
"I was just trying to get to M because...because I was jealous of her! I wanted to be close to you." You stop, hoping that (link-reveal:"he buys your BS.")[
Chad stares at you shocked. Then, a miracle happens. He starts crying.
Stuttering over his words, Chad cries, "No one has ever told me that before." He bear hugs you, and you pat him on the back.
I guess the two of you are dating now. Oh well. Maybe you'll eventually warm up to him.
[[The End?|Beginning]]]]]"Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add to the discussion?"
You try to avoid making eye contact with the teacher by reaching down into your backpack. You start pressing your hand into your stomach, attempting to quell the ache. However, your teacher notices you directly avoiding eye contact, and with a sharp-toothed grin, he cheerily says, "CJ, I don't think I've heard you say anything yet. Why don't you stand up and talk about your interpretation of the "A" in //The Scarlet Letter//?"
Oh no. This is exactly what you **didn't** want to happen. Calm down Ceej. You can do this.
You carefully stand up, trying not to irritate your stomach, and just as you're about to speak, the loudest stomach growl you have **//ever//** heard in your **//entire//** **LIFE** (text-style:"rumble")[erupts] from your belly, the sound not unlike the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[ROAR]</span> of a legendary (link-reveal:"beast.")[
The class is silent for what seems to be an eternity. Then, a small snicker is heard from one person in the classroom, igniting a fuse and causing an <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"shudder")[uproar of laughter]</span> to swell from the whole class.
That's it. You can't take it anymore. You run out of the classroom, all the way to your favorite [[boba shop|boba4]].] That was probably the most embarrassing moment of you //**life**//. You need the smooth and relaxing taste of boba to calm you down.
You pause outside the boba shop's door, and feeling your stomach drop to the floor, you see the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[CLOSED]</span> (link-reveal:"sign.")[
You hear a faint thumping noise coming from the alleyway to your right, and the sound of someone crying. Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, a jock from your Math class, beating one of your classmates.
You feel a bubbling rage rising within you as you watch, and you have a decision to make: Do you [[intervene|fight Chad 4]] and take your anger out on Chad (and risk getting beat within an inch of your life) or do you choose to go [[home|go back home 4]] and try to forget what happened to you today?]
You choose to fight Chad. Everyone needs that moment that makes them feel like a hero.
Whipping out Chad's Oxy gel, you use it against him. The both of you duke it out with pencils. Since you have his Oxy gel, Chad has no choice but to use his cheap Ticonderoga pencil against you.
He's no match for you, and you easily defeat him. You go home feeling better about yourself.
[[The End|Beginning]]You've had enough, and you just want to go home. Maybe someone else can deal with Chad.
Once you get home, you pig out on ice cream and Netflix and go to sleep.
[[The End|Beginning]]Well, you were able to experience being a cool kid for a few seconds. At least, until the teacher started crying, instantly turning the whole class against you.
Just as you pull out your tuna sandwich with extra tuna in it, you hear a screeching sound getting louder and louder.
Damn it. This must be the part of your dream where a fat seagull comes to steal you lunch. Like hell they will.
You check your backpack and find a (link-reveal: "weapon...")[err, I mean, your pencil].
There's no time for you to reconsider your earlier choices!
You fight that seagull off like a damn hero, claw for claw, pencil point for pencil point. You manage to chase off the seagull, its screeches echoing throughout the school.
You turn around, exhausted and ready to eat your lunch...only to find that the fat seagull had an accomplice. It leaves a nice wet shit behind as it flies away, laughing at your woe.
You're grumbling stomach reminds you of how hangry you are...all you can do is take a walk, calm down, and wait till your next [[class|take a walk]] starts.Just as you turn the corner of the Science building, you run into M leaving the restroom.
As you start apologizing to M, she says, "Why should you be apologizing to me? You should be apologizing to our Math teacher, you jerk! How could you make that poor old lady cry?"
Uh oh. She's obviously upset with you.
"Don't even try to talk to me in the future, and stay out of my way." She shoves past you with an angry huff.
Wow CJ, not only have you managed to f*ck up your social status, but you've also managed to make your crush hate you. Good going, buddy.
You walk [[to English class|go to English]], wiping away a few (text-style: "blur")[tears] as you do.You walk into English class, your head hanging low, and feeling a little worse for wear. As you sit down, (text-style: "blur")[wiping some (link-reveal: "seagull poo splatter")[ and tears]] away from your face, you notice the desks in the classroom have been rearranged...
Dang it. You have a Socratic Seminar today. If you had left your house a little later maybe your friend Rocco could have reminded you...
Hungry and tired from fighting off that fat seagull, you try to think of some things you could say for the Socratic Seminar, and write them down onto your desk using your [[pencil|you don't remember3]].As the teacher starts the Socratic Seminar, you start to feel a familiar pain in your belly. Oh no. Your epic fight against the fat seagull has left you hungry...especially since you lost your [[lunch|hungry5]]."Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add to the discussion?"
You try to avoid making eye contact with the teacher by reaching down into your backpack. You start pressing your hand into your stomach, attempting to quell the ache. However, your teacher notices you directly avoiding eye contact, and with a sharp-toothed grin, he cheerily says, "CJ, I don't think I've heard you say anything yet. Why don't you stand up and talk about your interpretation of the "A" in //The Scarlet Letter//?"
Oh no. This is exactly what you **didn't** want to happen. Calm down Ceej. You can do this.
You carefully stand up, trying not to irritate your stomach, and just as you're about to speak, the loudest stomach growl you have **//ever//** heard in your **//entire//** **LIFE** (text-style:"rumble")[erupts] from your belly, the sound not unlike the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[ROAR]</span> of a legendary (link-reveal:"beast.")[
The class is silent for what seems to be an eternity. Then, a small snicker is heard from one person in the classroom, igniting a fuse and causing an <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"shudder")[uproar of laughter]</span> to swell from the whole class.
That's it. You can't take it anymore. You run out of the (link-reveal: "classroom")[(text-style:"blur")[, tears streaming down your face]], and run all the way to your favorite [[boba shop|boba5]].]
While running to the boba shop, you have time to rethink your past choices. You would have never come to school if you had known what would have happened. You pause outside the boba shop's door, using the back of your oversized sweater sleeve to wipe the tears and snot from your face. You look up, and feeling your stomach drop to the floor, you see the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[CLOSED]</span> (link-reveal:"sign.")[
You hear a faint thumping noise coming from the alleyway to your right, and the sound of someone crying. Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, a jock from your Math class, beating one of your classmates.
You feel a bubbling rage rising within you as you watch, and you have a decision to make: Do you [[intervene|fight Chad and - fall in lovee]] and take your anger out on Chad (and risk getting beat within an inch of your life) or do you choose to go [[home|go back home 5]] and cry it out, spending your evening with the company of ice cream and Netflix?]So you've chosen to fight Chad. Well, don't say I didn't warn you.
You could do some physical damage, but you don't have much strength on your side...or you could try roasting him to the death.
Your roasting skills are maxed out after using them on your teacher. Chad has no way of winning a verbal contest of (link-reveal:"wits.")[
But then again, you kind of forgot who you're fighting against. This is **Chad McChad**, the football jock that's been repeatedly suspended for fighting his teammates, the opposing football team, and basically anyone else that's willing to fight him. Did you actually think he would have the patience to debate you? After you attempt to say one roast, Chad's fist lands a hearty (text-style:"shudder")[**thunk**] into your guts, and an "OOF.." escapes your lips.
That does it. You take off your jacket, throwing it to the ground, and throw yourself onto Chad. The two of you duke it out, and you manage to knock him into the ground and start pummeling his face like Ralphie in //Christmas Story//, when nothing was going his way and the fox-eyed bully had pushed him much too (link-reveal:"far.")[
As you throw punch after punch, you start ranting about your day and how terrible it was, and when you get to the part where M told you she hated you, Chad finally catches your punch and you stop, (link-reveal:"panting hard.")[
He sits up, and after spitting out a gob of blood, asks, "What did you just say?"
You're surprised that he would ask, but you repeat what you said, and talk about what had happened before the incident.
"And then she said she hated me, and told me to stay away from her." You sniffle, and start to cry again, but Chad takes out a dirty napkin from his pocket and wipes your tears with it.
"You like M too, huh? She's a tough girl. Don't worry, maybe you can make it up to (link-reveal:"her.")[
It turns out Chad also likes M, but he feels bad enough for you that he starts to comfort you. By the time the two of you finish talking, the sun has set. Chad walks you home.
Right before you go inside your house, you turn back, and (link-reveal:"call after Chad.")[
You cup your hands around your mouth, and say, "Hey! Thanks for helping me out back there."
Chad turns around and gives a gap-toothed grin.
"No problem, CJ! If you ever need to release some pent-up rage, hit me up!"
You start to feel (link-reveal:"something")[, a slight flutter in your chest], and you catch your breath.
After you wave goodbye, you shut the front door behind you and lean against it, sliding to the ground. You close your eyes, imagining Chad's grinning face, and you smile to yourself.
Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.
[[The End|Beginning]]
]]]]]You've had enough, and you just want to go home. Maybe someone else can deal with Chad.
Once you get home, you pig out on ice cream and Netflix and go to sleep.
[[The End|Beginning]]You go eat lunch with your best friend Rocco, and complain to him about the teacher and Chad.
You lament, wishing that you had brought your pencil with you to school, and remembering the smug look on Chad's face when he let M borrow his pencil. Just thinking about him makes your blood boil.
You hear a screeching sound, and as it starts to get <span style="font-size: 125%">louder</span> and (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 150%">louder</span>], you look up and see a large, fat seagull honing in on you...its target?
Your lunch.
Goddammit. You had forgotten about that part of your [[dream.|seagull fight3]].
You ready your weapons...which isn't much, because you were only able to grab one item. You throw your lunchbag at Rocco for him to protect it while you look for something you can fend the seagull off with. What do you use? [[Your water bottle|water bottle]]? Or [[your banged up empty backpack|backpack]]?
A note about your [[water bottle|water bottle stats]]
A note about your [[backpack|backpack stats]]You have decided to bludgeon the seagull with your water bottle. Like a discus thrower getting ready to go for gold, you spin around and around until you release, the water bottle briefly sailing in the air and hitting the seagull with a satisfying thump as the thing falls to the ground.
You turn around in time to see the another seagull trying to snatch your sandwich. You quickly pick up your water bottle and give it a good wack too, and you watch its body skid across the floor before it collides with a pole. You eat your sandwich in [[peace|go to english]].
Note: no seagulls were harmed in the making of this game. They are just sleeping.The water bottle in your backpack makes it a good weight to swing the thing around. Doesn't have the same flexibility as a nunchuck but it'll do.
Your backpack flies through the air, hitting the fat seagull. You can almost hear your backpack yell a faint war cry as it takes the thing down.
You turn around just in time to see its accomplice go after your sandwich. Or at least //attempt// to. You pick up you backpack, tenderly stroking it, before you swing it around and hit your target. The fat seagull's accomplice falls to the ground, and you eat your sandwich in [[peace|go to english]].
The bond between your backpack and your water bottle is unbreakable, and you swear your life to it as it has sworn its own to yours.
Note: no seagulls were harmed in the making of this game. They are just sleeping.You make your way to your English class, and walk in just in time to hear the teacher say, "Everyone, sit in the circle and take out your Socratic Seminar prep sheets."
You forgot that there was a Socratic Seminar today, and you didn't have enough time this morning to bring your notes with you. Then again, you are one of the few people in class that actually read the book. Maybe you can [[wing it?|adrenaline]]You're feeling a little bit of a high from actually eating your lunch...and probably from beating up those seagulls. Must be the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
Yeah, you wing it. You might have stumbled in a few areas, but you throw in so many (link-reveal:"complex words")[ (like "synthesize," and "demonstrate")] that the teacher lets it pass. You sit down, proud of yourself, and glad that you at least tried. At least, until the next person who responds says, "I //respectfully// disagree," and goes on to shatter your (link-reveal:"analysis.")[
Hold up, you're not actually going to let this punk win, are you?
No, no. Not while you're still on your adrenaline high at least. You glare your opponent down, and you grit out, "Actually, I would like to use some evidence from Chapter 3..."
The both of you go back and forth, and you basically become that [[person|live long enough]] that totally dominates the conversation and doesn't let ANYBODY else talk. Not exactly the best reputation to have, but hey, you're still not thinking clearly.
After the bell rings, you're suddenly **very** hungry. You run to your favorite [[boba shop|wing it5]].]When you get to the boba shop, you can still feel the adrenaline high. Your (text-style:"shudder")[hands are even a little shaky]. You try to open the door, but you see the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You read the note on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
You hear a (text-style:"fade-in-out")[thumping sound in the alleyway.] (text-style:"shudder")[You jitter your way over and [[investigate.|run in with Chad5]]]]
You see Chad from your Math class beating up on a poor kid. Do you [[intervene|fight Chad5]] or do you choose to go [[home|go back home5]]?You are //hyped// right now, and you feel like you could even take on a bull. The closest thing to that would be Chad.
You call after Chad, and he turns around. You don't give him the chance to respond, you (text-style:"rumble")[pounce him] like an animal. Chad may be bigger and stronger than you, but you have your excess energy on your (link-reveal:"side.")[
The only problem is when that energy runs out. Chad is gaining on you, and you're backed up against a wall.
Luckily, you remember that you have your trusty water bottle in your backpack. You quickly open up the water bottle, and (link-reveal:"pour water all over yourself.")[
"What the hell are you doi—" Chad starts to speak, but he seems to be stunned.
You toss your hair around like a goddamn **//diva.//** Chad is so surprised, he doesn't know what to say. He looks like he's struggling between his desire to kiss you, or his desire to pummel you to death.
Your counterattack was highly effective! Chad quietly leaves, leaving the beat up kid on the floor. You squish back home in your wet socks.
[[The End|Beginning]]
]]Nah, you're too hyped up from the adrenaline to go home. You're going to [[fight Chad!|fight Chad5]]
As soon as you open the door, the entire class turns back to look at you, with complete respect in their eyes.
You take your seat in front of M. She taps your shoulder and asks, "Hey, CJ, do you have a pencil I can borrow?"
Fortunately, you **do** have a pencil that she can borrow.
Chad McChad, your rival for M's love, is definitely going to [[beat your ass later|ask M to lunch or not]]).You think about asking M out to lunch, but you don't want to risk it with Chad, he already looked hella pissed when he saw you talking with M earlier. You decide to have a peaceful lunch with your best friend, [[Rocco.|lunch with Rocco]]You make your way to your English class, and walk in just in time to hear the teacher say, "Everyone, sit in the circle and take out your Socratic Seminar prep sheets."
You forgot that there was a Socratic Seminar today, and you didn't have enough time this morning to bring your notes with you. Thankfully, you brought your pencil with you. You have just enough time to take a few notes down on the [[desk|hungry7]]You stand up, ready to give your speech on //The Scarlet Letter//. Just as you look down at the notes on your desk, you start to feel a familiar pain in your stomach. Hell no. You aren't going to embarrass yourself in front of the class.
You take your pencil and stab it hard enough into the part of your leg hidden by the desk, not enough to cause a flesh wound, but enough to make your brain focus on your leg pain more than your stomach pain.
Your speaking skills are all maxed out after roasting the teacher, and your speech is good enough that you can tell the class is hanging on to your every word. You go to get boba to [[celebrate|run in with ChadMC]].After unsuccessfully reasoning with your parents to stay home from school, you decide to at least try not to get to school **//too//** late.
You pick up your backpack, run out the door, and crash into your [[best friend|run into best friend]]."Hey!" Rocco exclaims, wincing and rubbing his sore butt, punching you in the shoulder. "What was that for?"
You get up quickly and grab his arm, pulling him up.
"Sorry, it was my bad. I was deciding whether I should go to school or not, and it became this whole thing—"
Rocco laughs.
"What a mood. Don't worry, I think if we [[run|get to School]], we should still be able to get there on time."Who's Chad, you ask? Why, he's just the most popular jock on the football team. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a (link-reveal:"killer personality")[, meaning he **really** likes to get into fights]. You don't like him, and he doesn't seem to like [[you|Class on time]]. Your parents would die before they let you buy something that wasn't on [[sale.|eat lunch with your friend2]] You manage to avoid most of Chad's punches, and eventually rush him. You run into his arms, Chad letting out a little //oof// as you do, and the both of you fall to the ground, arms and legs akimbo.
As you lie on top of Chad, you can feel the (text-style:"smear")+(text-style:"blink")[**thump-thump**] of his heart, and hear the air (text-style:"fade-in-out")[//whoosh//] out of his lungs. You notice he feels warm. Much (link-reveal:"too warm.")[
You lift your head, looking into his eyes, and notice there's tiny (text-color:"green")[green flecks] in his (text-colour: "blue")[deep blue] eyes, the light reflecting like lapis lazuli. You notice his pupils dilate beyond their hooded lids.
You gulp. What is this feeling? This is crazy. There's no possible way that you should be feeling these feelings towards **Chad** of all people. Why couldn't you have landed on top of M, or literally (link-reveal:"//anyone else//?")[
Chad starts speaking, and says, "Hey, CJ..." You don't let him finish. You shove off of him and get up, stumbling as you do.
"I'm really sorry about your pencil, man. I'll pay you back somehow." You start to leave, but Chad grabs your arm, stopping you, and spinning you back to face him.
Chad might be dumb sometimes, but he definitely felt the connection that the two of you had just now.
The both of you stare at each other, like the two main leads in a cliché rom-com. He reaches down to cup your face, and his face gets closer to yours...
Needless to say, you and Chad start dating. I guess today wasn't so bad after all.
[[The End|Beginning]]
]]You're the type of person that likes to carry around a one liter water bottle, because you strongly believe in the importance of drinking water. This also makes your backpack very heavy, but also, perfect to use as a [[bludgeon|seagull fight3]].Ah yes, your backpack. You've used the same backpack throughout your middle school and high school years. It has been nothing but loyal to you. Whatever you throw inside it, whether it be a leaky lunch thermos or a stack of textbooks, your backpack has carried it all without complaint.
As a good friend and a loyal companion, their fealty has demonstrated an iron will. Will you allow them to join you in battle against the treacherous [[fiend|seagull fight3]]?"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
-[[//The Dark Knight Rises//|adrenaline]]You walk into the principal's office. Rumors spread fast, so the principal already knows what happened before you walked in. He looks at you with a little fear in his eyes, and he lets you off with a warning.
You go back to [[class|go back to clasS]].What can I say, you have a love-hate relationship with food. You love eating it, but you hate the consequences (including a gurgling stomach and the weight that occasionally accumulates).
Speaking of, you feel your stomach rumble and decide it's time to eat.
Taking out your delicious tuna sandwich with extra tuna (mm, fishy breath), you start to remember the part of your dream where a seagull steals your lunch.
Do you decide to take [[caution|weaponS]] and ready a weapon to fend off the bird, or do you ignore the message from your [[dream|seagull steals luncH]] and continue eating?You ready your weapons...which isn't much, because you were only able to grab one item. You look for something you can fend the seagull off with. What do you use? [[Your water bottle|water bottlE]]? Or [[your banged up empty backpack|backpacK]]?
A note about your [[water bottle|water bottle statS]]
A note about your [[backpack|backpack statS]]You decide not to heed the warning from your dream, and fully enjoy your tuna fish sandwich with extra tuna.
You hear the bird before you see it, and it swoops down, snatching your sandwich away from you. You look after it, your mouth agape, and your early lunchtime ruined. You get ready for your next class: [[English|EnglisH]].As soon as you open the door, the entire class turns back to look at you, with complete respect in their eyes.
You take your seat in front of M. She taps your shoulder and asks, "Hey, CJ, do you have a pencil I can borrow?"
Unfortunately, you did not bring a pencil with you to school. But, your social status has definitely increased with your brutal roasting of the (link-reveal:"teacher...")[
"I actually forgot to bring my pencil pouch with me to class...maybe Chad has a couple that he can lend to us?"
Chad McChad is a football jock that seems to hate your guts, and also likes M. From his seat next to M, his head snaps up when he hears you say his name.
"Please Chad? It would really mean a lot to us." M pleads with him.
Chad begrudgingly gives the two of you pencils, and the two of you smile back at him, although your smile looks like more of a sneer.
(Chad McChad is definitely going to [[beat your ass later|ask M to lunch or noT]])]You make your way to your English class, and walk in just in time to hear the teacher say, "Everyone, sit in the circle and take out your Socratic Seminar prep sheets."
You forgot that there was a Socratic Seminar today, and you didn't have enough time this morning to bring your notes with you...and you're hella hungry. Maybe you can try [[winging it?|stomach rumbles]]The bell rings, and you have a new decision to make. Do you decide to [[ask M out to lunch|ask M out to lunchH]], or do you think [[you're not cool enough|nah ur kewl]] for that yet?You have decided to bludgeon the seagull with your water bottle. Like a discus thrower getting ready to go for gold, you spin around and around until you release, the water bottle briefly sailing in the air and hitting the seagull with a satisfying thump as the thing falls to the ground.
You turn around in time to see the another seagull trying to snatch your sandwich. You quickly pick up your water bottle and give it a good wack too, and you watch its body skid across the floor before it collides with a pole. You eat your sandwich in [[peace|go to EnglisH]].
Note: no seagulls were harmed in the making of this game. They are just sleeping.The water bottle in your backpack makes it a good weight to swing the thing around. Doesn't have the same flexibility as a nunchuck but it'll do.
Your backpack flies through the air, hitting the fat seagull. You can almost hear your backpack yell a faint war cry as it takes the thing down.
You turn around just in time to see its accomplice go after your sandwich. Or at least //attempt// to. You pick up you backpack, tenderly stroking it, before you swing it around and hit your target. The fat seagull's accomplice falls to the ground, and you eat your sandwich in [[peace|go to EnglisH]].
The bond between your backpack and your water bottle is unbreakable, and you swear your life to it as it has sworn its own to yours.
Note: no seagulls were harmed in the making of this game. They are just sleeping.
You're the type of person that likes to carry around a one liter water bottle, because you strongly believe in the importance of drinking water. This also makes your backpack very heavy, but also, perfect to use as a [[bludgeon|weaponS]].Ah yes, your backpack. You've used the same backpack throughout your middle school and high school years. It has been nothing but loyal to you. Whatever you throw inside it, whether it be a leaky lunch thermos or a stack of textbooks, your backpack has carried it all without complaint.
As a good friend and a loyal companion, their fealty has demonstrated an iron will. Will you allow them to join you in battle against the treacherous [[fiend|weaponS]]?You make your way to your English class, and walk in just in time to hear the teacher say, "Everyone, sit in the circle and take out your Socratic Seminar prep sheets."
You forgot that there was a Socratic Seminar today, and you didn't have enough time this morning to bring your notes with you. Then again, you are one of the few people in class that actually read the book. Maybe you can [[wing it?|adrenalinE]]You're feeling a little bit of a high from actually eating your lunch...and probably from beating up those seagulls. Must be the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
Yeah, you wing it. You might have stumbled in a few areas, but you throw in so many (link-reveal:"complex words")[ (like "synthesize," and "demonstrate")] that the teacher lets it pass. You sit down, proud of yourself, and glad that you at least tried. At least, until the next person who responds says, "I //respectfully// disagree," and goes on to shatter your (link-reveal:"analysis.")[
Hold up, you're not actually going to let this punk win, are you?
No, no. Not while you're still on your adrenaline high at least. And plus, you literally roasted your Math teacher earlier that morning. You're raring to go again.
You glare your opponent down, and you grit out, "Actually, I would like to use some evidence from Chapter 3..."
The both of you go back and forth, and you basically become that [[person|live long enough2]] that totally dominates the conversation and doesn't let ANYBODY else talk. Not exactly the best reputation to have, but hey, you're still not thinking clearly.
After the bell rings, you're suddenly **very** hungry. You run to your favorite [[boba shop|bobAa]].]"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
-[[//The Dark Knight Rises//|adrenalinE]]"Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add to the discussion?"
You try to avoid making eye contact with the teacher by reaching down into your backpack. You start pressing your hand into your stomach, attempting to quell the ache. However, your teacher notices you directly avoiding eye contact, and with a sharp-toothed grin, he cheerily says, "CJ, I don't think I've heard you say anything yet. Why don't you stand up and talk about your interpretation of the "A" in //The Scarlet Letter//?"
Oh no. This is exactly what you **didn't** want to happen. Calm down Ceej. You can do this.
You carefully stand up, trying not to irritate your stomach, and just as you're about to speak, the loudest stomach growl you have **//ever//** heard in your **//entire//** **LIFE** (text-style:"rumble")[erupts] from your belly, the sound not unlike the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[ROAR]</span> of a legendary (link-reveal:"beast.")[
The class is silent for what seems to be an eternity. Then, a small snicker is heard from one person in the classroom, igniting a fuse and causing an <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"shudder")[uproar of laughter]</span> to swell from the whole class.
That's it. You can't take it anymore. You run out of the classroom, all the way to your favorite [[boba shop|bobA]].] That was probably the most embarrassing moment of you //**life**//. You need the smooth and relaxing taste of boba to calm you down.
You pause outside the boba shop's door, and feeling your stomach drop to the floor, you see the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[CLOSED]</span> (link-reveal:"sign.")[
You hear a faint thumping noise coming from the alleyway to your right, and the sound of someone crying. Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, a jock from your Math class, beating one of your classmates.
You feel a bubbling rage rising within you as you watch, and you have a decision to make: Do you [[intervene|fight ChaD]] and take your anger out on Chad (and risk getting beat within an inch of your life) or do you choose to go [[home|go back homE]] and try to forget what happened to you today?]You run into that alleyway, ready to rumble. Chad turns around, and you watch as his eyes go wide.
He remembers what you did in Math class today. He actually looks a tiny bit scared of you. Maybe you can use that to your (link-reveal:"advantage?")[
You challenge him to a verbal duel of roasts. He hesitates, then accepts the challenge. Game. On.
He's no match for you, and you win by a landslide. You tell him that if he doesn't stop beating up that poor kid, you'll tell everyone at school what you did here today.
As he starts backing away from you, you can feel your stomach start to (text-style:"rumble")[ rumble again.] You let it happen, and it rips through you. You imagine it as your spirit animal, the lion. I mean, you are a Leo after all.
Chad runs away scared, and you stand there a while, feeling like a hero.
[[The End|Beginning]]
]You know what? Your day has been really strange already, roasting your own teacher and then having the most embarrassing thing in your life happen to you. You decide to go back [[home|Beginning]]. When you get to the boba shop, you can still feel the adrenaline high. Your (text-style:"shudder")[hands are even a little shaky]. You try to open the door, but you see the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You read the note on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
You hear a (text-style:"fade-in-out")[thumping sound in the alleyway.] (text-style:"shudder")[You jitter your way over and [[investigate.|run in with Chad5]]]]
It's time to treat yourself to your favorite beverage and snack: pearl milk tea. With the chewy pearls as a little something extra to enjoy, and the tea serving as a **tasteful** way of inhaling caffeine, you can't see why ANYONE would (link-reveal:"dislike it (haters be hatin').")[
You run to your favorite boba shop, and tired from the run, you don't notice the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You try to open the door, but it's locked. You read the sign on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
Groaning, you bang on the door once and you knock your head against the door lightly. You hear a thumping sound in the alleyway. You walk over and [[investigate.|run in with ChadD]]]]Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad from your Math class beating one of your classmates.
Do you decide to [[intervene|fight ChadD]] or do you choose to go [[home|go back homEe]]?You run into that alleyway, ready to rumble. Chad turns around, and you watch as his eyes go wide.
He remembers what you did in Math class today. He actually looks a tiny bit scared of you. Maybe you can use that to your (link-reveal:"advantage?")[
You challenge him to a verbal duel of roasts. He hesitates, then accepts the challenge. Game. On.
He's no match for you, and you win by a landslide. You tell him that if he doesn't stop beating up that poor kid, you'll tell everyone at school what you did here today.
As he starts backing away from you, you can feel your stomach start to (text-style:"rumble")[ rumble again.] You let it happen, and it rips through you. You imagine it as your spirit animal, the lion. I mean, you are a Leo after all.
Chad runs away scared, and you stand there a while, feeling like a hero.
[[The End|Beginning]]
]You know what? You've won enough battles today. Go home, champ.
[[The End|Beginning]]Well, you were able to experience being a cool kid for a few seconds. At least, until the teacher started crying, instantly turning the whole class against you.
Just as you pull out your tuna sandwich with extra tuna in it, you hear a screeching sound getting louder and louder.
Damn it. This must be the part of your dream where a fat seagull comes to steal you lunch. Like hell they will.
You check your backpack and find a (link-reveal: "weapon...")[err, I mean, your water bottle].
There's no time for you to reconsider your earlier choices!
And, as it turns out, a heavy one liter water bottle is much stronger than a seagull. You throw that thing like a discus player going for gold, and hit the bird square in the head.
You notice another bird tryin gto steal your lunch, and hit it with your water bottle as well.
You have a peaceful lunch, and decide to go to [[class|take a walK]].Just as you turn the corner of the Science building, you run into M leaving the restroom.
As you start apologizing to M, she says, "Why should you be apologizing to me? You should be apologizing to our Math teacher, you jerk! How could you make that poor old lady cry?"
Uh oh. She's obviously upset with you.
"Don't even try to talk to me in the future, and stay out of my way." She shoves past you with an angry huff.
Wow CJ, not only have you managed to f*ck up your social status, but you've also managed to make your crush hate you. Good going, buddy.
You walk [[to English class|go to EnglishHh]], wiping away a few (text-style: "blur")[tears] as you do.You walk into English class, your head hanging low, and feeling a little worse for wear. As you sit down, (text-style: "blur")[wiping some (link-reveal: "seagull poo splatter")[ and tears]] away from your face, you notice the desks in the classroom have been rearranged...
Dang it. You have a Socratic Seminar today. If you had left your house a little later maybe your friend Rocco could have reminded you...
Hungry and tired from fighting off that fat seagull, you try to think of some things you could say for the [[Socratic Seminar|you don't remembeR]]."Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add to the discussion?"
You try your best to avoid making eye contact with the teacher. You're just not up for it, not after what your crush said to you. However, your teacher notices you directly avoiding eye contact, and with a sharp-toothed grin, he cheerily says, "CJ, I don't think I've heard you say anything yet. Why don't you stand up and talk about your interpretation of the "A" in //The Scarlet Letter//?"
You sigh. Well, at least you had lunch. You take a big swig of water, and can already feel the rejuvenation happening in your body. You stand up, ready to give your spiel on //The Scarlet Letter//.
You give one of the best speeches that you've ever heard in your entire life. You sit down, feeling good about yourself. At least, until the next person who responds says, "I //respectfully// disagree," and goes on to shatter your (link-reveal:"analysis.")[
Hold up, you're not going to let this person win, are you? You continue standing, and have a respectful disagreement, remembering to drink more water as you go.
The water and lunch you had earlier seems to help you think with a clear mind.
When the bell rings, you go to your favorite [[boba shop|bobaP]].]
You run to your favorite boba shop, and tired from the run, you don't notice the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You try to open the door, but it's locked. You read the sign on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
Groaning, you bang on the door once and you knock your head against the door lightly. You hear a thumping sound in the alleyway. You walk over and [[investigate.|run in with ChadDd]]]Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad from your Math class beating one of your classmates.
Do you decide to [[intervene|fight Chaddd]] or do you choose to go [[home|go back homeeee]]?"Stop it, Chad!" Chad turns around.
You try reasoning with Chad. You don't want to fight him, and Chad senses no fear from you. Not from the person that roasted their Math teacher to tears today.
You may have lost the respect of everyone else in your Math class because of what you did to your teacher, but you seem to have gained the respect of Chad. And let me tell you, you would much rather have a Chad on your side than as an enemy.
He lets the poor student go, and right before he leaves, he puts a hand on your shoulder and says, "If you ever need some dirty work done, just call for me with this whistle. I'll hear you, wherever you are, and come running." He gives you a dog (link-reveal:"whistle.")[
The heck? Is he a fricking dog or something?
You don't question the reasoning. You simply nod at him and part ways.
[[The End|Beginning]]]You decide you would rather keep all the teeth in your face. You decide to [[go home|Beginning]].Nah, I just checked. You're kewl enough. [[Go and ask her out ;)|ask M out to lunchH]]Quickly checking your hair in the reflection of your phone screen, you turn around and ask, "Hey, M. Would you wanna eat lunch together?"
M at first looks surprised, and then her face changes to that of delight.
"Of course! Chad actually asked me beforehand, but I think I can eat lunch with him some other time. Right, Chad?"
Chad looks pissed. But he also respects you for roasting the teacher, maybe even fearing you a little bit. He grunts, leaving the both of you in his wake.
"Great! Let's go eat," M [[grins.|fight seagull with M]] The both of you are having fun talking with each other, and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, you hear seagull screeching.
You know it in your gut that it's the fat seagull that's come to steal your lunch.
"M, what I'm about to say to you is going to sound crazy, but you have to believe me." You grab M's shoulders as she frantically nods yes.
"Do you see that fat seagull over there?" You point to it flying in a downward spiral towards the both of you.
"Yes." M says, her brows furrowing.
"That seagull is going to try to steal my lunch, and I need you to help me fight it off."
M starts to say something, then she stops and just nods once, a determined look in her eyes.
"Of course, CJ. I have your back." You smile just before the fight for your lunch [[begins|pool items]].You throw your lunchbag at M for her to protect it while you look for something you can fend the seagull off with.
You found your trusty [[water bottle|use water bottle]], and M has volunteered her [[mirror|use mirror]] for use. Which do you use against the seagull?You throw you water bottle like a discus thrower, and it hits the seagull square in the head. It falls to the ground, it's body landing with a satisfying thump.
"Help, CJ!" You turn around to find a smaller seagull trying to steal your lunch from M.
You pick up your water bottle and throw it at that seagull too, barely missing M's face.
She looks at you, stunned, then the two of you start laughing. You both continue eating lunch together, pushed together by your shared [[experience.|English]]You use M's mirror to blind the fat seagull, and it screeches as it flies away.
"Help, CJ!" You turn around to find a smaller seagull trying to steal your lunch from M.
You flash the light at the smaller seagull, and it flies away as well.
She looks at you, stunned, then the two of you start laughing. You both continue eating lunch together, pushed together by your shared [[experience.|English]]You go to English class, feeling invigorated from your talk with M, and a proper, normal, lunch.
You notice the seats are arranged in a circle, almost as if...shoot. You have a Socratic Seminar today. You completely forgot.
At least you had a nice lunch with M.
The confidence you feel from asking your crush out to lunch pushes you in your analysis of //The Scarlet Letter//, and the rest of the class watches you in awe as you tackle the Seminar with ease. They may also still be thinking about the rumor they heard about you...the one where you roasted the Math teacher to the point of almost crying.
When the bell rings, you run to your favorite [[boba shop|boba n Chad]].You're a little tired from running to the boba shop, and you stop, huffing and puffing for a solid minute. You try to open the door, but you see the large (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 125%">CLOSED</span>] sign on the door. You read the note on the door, explaining that the boba shop is closed early for (link-reveal:"maintenance.")[
You hear a (text-style:"fade-in-out")[thumping sound in the alleyway.] You walk over and [[investigate.|run in with ChaDdd]]]
Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, beating one of your classmates.
Do you decide to [[intervene|fight Chad (M)]] or do you choose to go [[home|go back home(M)]]?"Stop it, Chad!" Chad turns around.
You try reasoning with Chad. Chad can detect confidence radiating from you, but no fear. He recognizes it takes guts to do what you did to the Math teacher today.
He nods at you, and says, "Alright. I'll stop, just this once. But the next time you get in my way..." Chad makes a slicing motion across his neck.
You don't back down.
"Same goes for you." Your voice commands respect, and Chad knows it. The two of you may hate each other, but at least he knows not to mess with you.
[[The End|Beginning]]You've had a pretty good day today. You got to eat lunch with //**M**//. It's time to go home before anything bad happens.
[[The End|Beginning]]You and Rocco are having a peaceful lunch, when you hear a screeching sound, and as it starts to get <span style="font-size: 125%">louder</span> and (text-style:"bold")[<span style="font-size: 150%">louder</span>], you look up and see a large, fat seagull honing in on you...its target?
Your lunch.
Goddammit. You had forgotten about that part of your dream.
You ready your weapons...which isn't much, because you didn't have time to grab your stuff this morning. You throw your lunchbag at Rocco for him to protect it while you look for something you can fend the seagull off with. What do you use? [[Your pencil|Stabby stabbY]]? Or [[your banged up empty backpacK|CrowS]]?You whip out your trusty pencil, and you go ham on the evil snowy-white poop bomber. As the fat seagull swoops in to grab your tuna sandwich with extra tuna, you wield the pencil and swipe at the seagull.
Humans may have been born defenseless, but the pencil gives you an advantage. Cheap pencil vs. the seagull's claws. You fight the fight, and after you chase the seagull away, you turn around to find that your lunch is...gone?
Seagull poop. It turns out fatty had an accomplice. Which you forgot about. While you were having your epic fight with the large seagull, his smaller accomplice easily beat your defenseless friend. Not only have you lost your lunch, your friend has lost his pride.
You go to your next class: [[English|go to English with penciL]].You slide your backpack straps off your shoulders, and throw it around and about to ward off the nasty poop dropping bird. You throw it about so much, that your pencil flies out of a gaping hole in your backpack on (link-reveal:"accident.")[
A tiny dog that was watching mistakes the pencil for a stick, and snatches it out of the air. It recognizes your fight to keep your lunch, and is hoping to even get a bite out of it. It barks and keeps the seagull at bay, and even chases away a smaller seagull that was looking to steal your lunch.
You have won the battle, and gained invaluable companionship for the price of a cheap pencil. You go to your next class: [[English|go to English without penciL]].]]You walk in and immediately recognize the desk formation. Crap. You have a Socratic Seminar today. You must have forgotten about it. You sit down, and try to make yourself invisible. You frantically take notes on the desk, and try to remember everything that you know about //The Scarlet Letter//.
"Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add to the discussion?"
You try to avoid making eye contact with the teacher by reaching down into your backpack. You start pressing your hand into your stomach, attempting to quell the ache. However, your teacher notices you directly avoiding eye contact, and with a sharp-toothed grin, he cheerily says, "CJ, I don't think I've heard you say anything yet. Why don't you stand up and talk about your interpretation of the "A" in //The Scarlet Letter//?"
Oh no. This is exactly what you **didn't** want to happen. Calm down Ceej. You can do this.
You carefully stand up, trying not to irritate your stomach, and just as you're about to speak, the loudest stomach growl you have **//ever//** heard in your **//entire//** **LIFE** (text-style:"rumble")[erupts] from your belly, the sound not unlike the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[ROAR]</span> of a legendary (link-reveal:"beast.")[
The class is silent for what seems to be an eternity. Then, a small snicker is heard from one person in the classroom, igniting a fuse and causing an <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"shudder")[uproar of laughter]</span> to swell from the whole class.
That's it. You can't take it anymore. You run out of the (link-reveal: "classroom")[(text-style:"blur")[, tears streaming down your face]], and run all the way to your favorite [[boba shop|bobapleasehelp me]].]
You think the dog is so cute, that you take it to the police station to see if the dog has a owner. You find that it's a stray, and without telling your Mom or Dad, you bring the dog home and keep it in your closet. You decide to skip class and have your friend Rocco fill you in on what happened in class later.
[[The End|Beginning]]While running to the boba shop, you have time to rethink your past choices. You would have never come to school if you had known what would have happened. You pause outside the boba shop's door, using the back of your oversized sweater sleeve to wipe the tears and snot from your face. You look up, and feeling your stomach drop to the floor, you see the <span style="font-size: 150%">(text-style:"bold")[CLOSED]</span> (link-reveal:"sign.")[
You hear a faint thumping noise coming from the alleyway to your right, and the sound of someone crying. Creeping along the walls, you peek over into the alleyway and see Chad McChad, a jock from your Math class, beating one of your classmates.
You feel a bubbling rage rising within you as you watch, and you have a decision to make: Do you [[intervene|fight Chad and - fall in loveee]] and take your anger out on Chad (and risk getting beat within an inch of your life) or do you choose to go [[home|go back home 55]] and cry it out, spending your evening with the company of ice cream and Netflix?]You're still hungry and embarrassed that your stomach rumbled so loudly in class, so you instead do the smart thing — you play the sound of a police siren, and watch as Chad runs out of the alleyway and as far away as he can get.
You help the poor kid up, and then go home.
[[The End|Beginning]]You've had enough, and you just want to go home. Maybe someone else can deal with Chad.
Once you get home, you pig out on ice cream and Netflix and go to sleep.
[[The End|Beginning]]