OH NICE

A few questions... 

First, to write oneself in, would they redo the melon soda scene but stick themselves in it?

Second, how much are we supposed to know?  Do we feel like time is melting or that we're in a loop?  Have we ever met Willow or the cashier?  Wher do we come from?  How much do we know?

I've never drank melon soda before but I am SO going to buy it.  This is SO INTERESTING AND COOL AND- 

I'm going to try this, let me know if I did it wrong!

It's cold, and raining, and dark. Shivering, I walk into the convince store, where a song is playing distantly. I grab a chocolate bar and an polka dotted umbrella off the shelves.  

I hear a voice: "Hey, uh, can I buy these?" And then another: "Sure, that'll be eleven dollars and two cents." 

A chill runs down my spine, and it's not from the weather. I made it into the loop, didn't I? 

Pitter-pattering raindrops are falling from the sky. The world outside Willow's room is dark, gloomy, cold. The blinking lights of the alarm clock read 3:30 A.M. Willow sighs, the blankets of her bed pooling around her knees. She's tired, but she can't sleep.

Left of her is an empty bottle of melon soda, last night's homework, and the peeled off nametag she's saved from the first day of school.

Empty melon soda. Huh. She gets up, and glances into the box under her desk. There aren't any more.

Actually, she's been meaning to buy some pencils anyways. She can go to the convenience store. Stepping out into the rain, she opens up an umbrella. It's green. As soon as she steps out, something cracks in her umbrella, and it flutters away in the biting wind and rain.

She doesn't have another one. She'll have to run.

It's cold, the rain stinging against her skin as she makes her way to the convenience store. It's so cold. The wind blows away her jacket, the green fabric fluttering away into a gutter. It's freezing.

The convenience store is only two blocks away. It's lit with glowing light, from the 24/7 sign. Time feels like jelly, as she steps into the air-conditioned store, and she's freezing–ice, frostbite, everything cold and frosty. She's so cold.

Elsewhere, a vaguely trending song is playing, but she can't tell which speakers are playing it, or what song it is. The shelves are lined with things you typically find in convenience stores. What else would there be in there?

There's only one checkout line.  A stranger with dark brown hair and green eyes is standing in front of her, buying a Coke and a Milky Way. She has a warm blue sweater and scarf.  Willow shivers, envious.  She's cold.  With every passing second she gets colder.

"Hey, uh, can I buy these?" she asks the bored-looking cashier after the stranger has left. He has strawberry blonde hair, freckles, and lime green eyes, like the stranger's only much lighter. A friendly smile too, but she's too cold to care right now. 

Eyes that remind her of something, but she can't remember what. "Sure, that'll be eleven dollars and two cents," he says, reaching forward to scan the melon soda and pencils. His accent is faintly British.Looking in her purse, she finds that she has the right amount of change. She takes the melon soda and leaves.

Pitter-pattering raindrops are still falling, as she makes her way back to the house. She only bought one can of melon soda. That seems to be an oversight on her part, but she hasn't got enough change to go back and buy more. Back at her house, she finished the melon soda in one long draft. It's still raining. She's tired. It's so cold. She curls up in bed, her eyes drooping.

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Hope this is okay!  It's mostly copy/pasted. 

[Switching up the name thing, because it keeps shortening XD Anyways, yep, you both did it right! We need one more person though :)]

Wow, this is amazing.

Here's my introduction (sorry if it's formatted strange, it's copy-pasted):

Pitter-pattering raindrops are falling from the sky. The world outside Willow's room is dark, gloomy, cold. The blinking lights of the alarm clock read 3:30 A.M. Willow sighs, the blankets of her bed pooling around her knees. She's tired, but she can't sleep.

Left of her is an empty bottle of melon soda, last night's homework, and the peeled off nametag she's saved from the first day of school.

Empty melon soda. Huh. She gets up, and glances into the box under her desk. There aren't any more.

Actually, she's been meaning to buy some pencils anyways. She can go to the convenience store. Stepping out into the rain, she opens up an umbrella. It's green. As soon as she steps out, something cracks in her umbrella, and it flutters away in the biting wind and rain.

She doesn't have another one. She'll have to run.

It's cold, the rain stinging against her skin as she makes her way to the convenience store. It's so cold. The wind blows away her jacket, the green fabric fluttering away into a gutter. It's freezing.

The convenience store is only two blocks away. It's lit with glowing light, from the 24/7 sign. Just outside the doors, there's tall figure leaning against the wall in a faded black trench coat that's much too big for her. She looks as cold as Willow is.

Time feels like jelly, as she steps into the air-conditioned store, and she's freezing–ice, frostbite, everything cold and frosty. She's so cold.

Elsewhere, a vaguely trending song is playing, but she can't tell which speakers are playing it, or what song it is. The shelves are lined with things you typically find in convenience stores. What else would there be in there? "Hey, uh, can I buy these?" she asks the bored-looking cashier. He has strawberry blonde hair, freckles, and lime green eyes. A friendly smile too, but she's too cold to care right now. 

Eyes that remind her of something, but she can't remember what. "Sure, that'll be eleven dollars and two cents," he says, reaching forward to scan the melon soda and pencils. His accent is faintly British.Looking in her purse, she finds that she has the right amount of change. She takes the melon soda, and is about to leave, but the cashier grabs hold of her hand.

"Stop what you're doing. Don't reach out again. There will be consequences."

Willow shakes off his hand, and runs out. 

Pitter-pattering raindrops are still falling, as she makes her way back to the house. She only bought one can of melon soda. That seems to be an oversight on her part, but she hasn't got enough change to go back and buy more. Back at her house, she finished the melon soda in one long draft. It's still raining. She's tired. It's so cold. She curls up in bed, her eyes drooping. 

[Fantastic! I will post the next part soon; and for anyone who'd like to join after I post the next part, feel free!]

I would like to join, so I am! If i am not allowed to, please ignore this.

===Pancake's Character With No Name What-so-ever===

I walk into the convenience store. I walk over to the isle I never remember the name of and grab a umbrella. Mine broke so I need this. Before i lave the isle, I hear someone. I love to easedrop so I listen in.

"Hey, uh, can I buy these?" Asks a girl.

"Sure, that'll be eleven dollars and two cents," the cashier says.

Just as i am getting ready to head over, I hear this: "Stop what you're doing. Don't reach out again. There will be consequences."

Now i am way too curious. I walk over to the cashier and say, "What did you mean by 'Stop what you're doing. Don't reach out again. There will be consequences'?" I ask.

He looks confused. "When did  I say that?" he asks.

"Just now..." I say. I walk out very confused. A old faded paper flutter to the ground next to me. it is completely dry. I look at the sky. It is pouring. How did this paper not get wet...?

I read it. It says: If you keep asking, i will weave you in somewhere.

I drop it into a puddle. It never lands in that puddle. It is blown away by the wind, never getting wet.

When I get home, I change and watch my favorite movie, Avebgers. It takes my mind off it for a while. But soon, I feel so strange! As if somethin's calling me...

I hope that is fine. If not, please tell me!