So our story starts with our main character treading the halls of his school.
Issac: No it doesn’t.
Dude how many times have we been over this, I need to tell it properly.
You wanna tell it properly? What about me? Don’t I get a say in what’s happening here? Why do you even want to tell it this story, there’s like nothing interesting about my life. What am I even doing treading these halls. Wait let me guess I’m gonna bump in the girl I like and get cut off midsenten-
Oh hi Lisa. I’m sorry, I’m not exactly being me today. clears throat as loudly as he can. (whispers) oh seriously you’re narrating my actions now.
“Issac? Is everything alright? You don’t feel like your usual self today.”, Lisa said
Issac: Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Everything is alright. Clumsy as always
“Well I guess I’ll see you next period.”, she smiled and left.
Issac: Yeah you sure will.
It’s math period. Issac obviously doesn’t want to be here and he’s trying to hide from everyone in his black hoodie. He’s looking at Lisa, who’s sitting next to him.
Issac: Who’s giving you all of this information? I mean except the last part, none of this is true because none of it matters. I don’t have a problem with actually being visible to the people in this story.
“Hey man, Mr Murphy is speaking like he’s constipated again.”, Nate said
Issac: Seriously? You’re introducing ‘friends’ now?
“Yeah man, I swear. I mean sometimes I think he just doesn’t realize it.”
“We still on for Saturday night?”, Nate asked
“What we doing on Saturday?”
“Oh nothing, we were just going to watch football, maybe even crack open a cold one, know what I mean?”, Nate laughed
Issac: Ok, I can’t take more of this. I need to jump out of the window really quick. runs towards the window and leaps out
Oh my god, did you just jump out of the window? Wow kid, you couldn’t have done this without off-ing yourself at least once?
Issac: Hey it’s not my fault, I don’t mix well with people of that kind and just by the sound of it, Saturday night wasn’t going to go well. Why are we in the class again?
Well, if you keep killing yourself, you’re going to be back at the same place you killed yourself. Just be happy I don’t send you back by a few paces.
Issac: Fine, let’s just get done with this.
“So we still on for Saturday?”, Nate asked.
“Yeah man. Be at my place at 8”
Issac: Hey narrator, watch this.
Oh no, he’s going to do something stupid.
“Mr. Murphy from all students present here. We can’t understand anything coming out from your mouth.”
“Mr. Walters, I beg your pardon?”, Mr. Murphy in complete shock.
“It’s nothing man. And one more thing I’m going to walk out here because we are all fictional characters. I’m gonna let that sink in.”
“Man, was I looking forward to this.”, Nate said
“Yeah me too…man”
“From the past few days, I can see you troubled. Is there something that you’d want to tell me Walters?”
“Nope. Just getting to know new things.”
“Wait is this about Lisa and the dance?”, Nate exclaimed
“It’s not about her, wait what dance.”
Issac: THERE IS A DANCE?
It didn’t seem relevant man.
Issac: OFCOURSE IT IS.
“Yeah the dance man. Jesus don’t tell me you have a suit. It’s tomorrow”, Nate said
“Ofcourse I remember man. Just tell me what happened.”
“So, you asked Lisa if she wanted to go with you for the dance and she somehow said yes. Come on man it’s supposed to be the biggest night of senior year, don’t bail out on me at this point.”, Nate.
Issac : Ok, we’re going to get through this.
Issac is standing on door of the gym. He can see Lisa by the punch bowl and he walks over to her. He’s being himself and frowning but Lisa is something else today, she’s wearing a beautiful pink dress and deserves better for sure.
Issac: Do you hate me or something? (smiling)
“Can I have this dance Mr.Walters?”, Lisa chuckles.
“What do we have to lose.”
Wow he actually smiled for once
Issac: Do you want me to kill myself again.
The dance left everyone else who was standing there in awe, their eyes never left each other. They didn’t have to be someone else that night. They were just the perfect amount of themselves that night.
Issac: It was a good dance.
Issac was walking out of the door, smiling now. Well after all didn’t turn out to be that bad did it Issac. He took something from the pocket of his jacket. Wait, Issac what is that?
I need to look for new characters in this story.