You made me a MC? I'm flattered.

WOOTWOO!!! Me is in!!!

Just kidding, it's not mid May-- it's early April. 

Note: This is going to seem a little dry as you might say at first. That is intentional.

Chapter One

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Booksy Owly liked the morning, particularly when it was a Saturday and she had gotten up on her own volition. The cool misty air was fresh and, well, mysterious. Booksy smiled at the pun. It might make a good start to a poem.

“I like the rainy smell here!” Clouded Leopard said, squinting to see through the mist. The girls were walking from the cafeteria to the Owens building, where the second meeting of the school’s new writing class was to take place. They had missed the first one, which had just been a get to know you anyway, because of a ninth-grade hiking trip. “Why’s Washington always so wet?” she added.

Booksy shrugged. She much preferred the weather in Sacremento. “It’s a mystery,” she said, putting emphasis on the first syllable, but CL just nodded distractedly.

They walked in silence for a few seconds. “What?” CL asked.

“What?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” CL flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes and glanced at Booksy quizzically. “Oh... mystery. Mist-ery. That’s hilarious.”

Booksy giggled. She thought again how glad she was to have a friend like Clouded. The girls had first been roommates way back in sixth grade, and had been so shy and awkward at first that they now found it funny. Three years later, they were still friends. Booksy couldn’t remember having anyone like that before she had come to Wilson Hill Academy.

“So, what do you think they’ll have us do at this writing class?” CL asked, fiddling with the cuff of her pink jacket.

“I don’t know,” Booksy said, “but I hope we don’t have to write poems about earthworms!”

Mrs. Hensley, a particularly eccentric English teacher, had assigned that earlier in the year. Booksy had rather liked Clouded’s poem about things dividing and becoming new wholes, but not the others, including her own.

Clouded grinned. “That was awful!” she said. “Remember Myles’? ‘Pink like a rose, yet having no toes…’”

“She meant it to be funny,” Booksy said, smiling.

“I sure hope she did!”

They entered the Owens building, and followed a girl who couldn’t have been more than nine into the correct classroom.

“Hello!” Miss Elliott, the perky young librarian, said. She had dark brown skin, and was wearing a yellow dress. Booksy liked Miss Elliott from the many times she had visited the school library.

The classroom wasn’t orderly at all. A few girls played catch with what looked like a miniature elephant, while others sat on the desks, chatting. Two girls in a corner seemed to be in a fierce debate. Booksy was glad Wilson Hill was an all girls school-- boys would have probably been even more rowdy!

“Hermione!” a girl who seemed very small for her age called, running over to the younger girl who had preceded Booksy and Clouded. “Listen to the new Jared Grace single!”

“Alright everyone,” Miss Elliott said, clapping her hands. “It’s time to settle down!”

“Here you go, Rae.” One of the elephant-tossers, who wore a t-shirt with some guy with a bow on it, threw the elephant wide, hitting a pencil holder which spilled all over the floor. “Oops.”

After everyone had found a seat, Miss Elliott explained that they would be working in groups of four to write a short script. There was a scramble as everyone tried to find seats next to their friends. Clouded and Booksy were left outside any of the groups, and for a second Booksy hoped they could work on their own.

A girl with short black hair wearing paint stained clothes burst into the room. “Sorry I’m late,” she panted. Students at WHA were always expected to be prompt. “My socket was taking forever to compile...” She trailed off as she realized no one understood what she was saying.

“That’s fine.” Miss Elliott smiled. “What’s your name? I don’t think you were here last time.”

“Oh, I’m just another random person on planet earth,” she said. “You can call me RP.”

Miss Elliott laughed and wrote something down. “Alright, I was just saying we’re going to be working in groups of about four to write short plays. You can join these girls over here.” She gestured towards Booksy and Clouded.

“How delightful!” RP said in a fake British accent, sliding into the seat to Booksy’s right. She flashed a smile, but her green eyes were a little unnerving.

Booksy glanced at her friend. Clouded narrowed her eyes a little at the new girl. Whoever this Random Person was, Booksy had a few misgivings about working with her.

To be continued... 

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I feel like that was a bit boring as one might say, but before we get into the story I must set things up... 

Its great, Shoshannah! "some guy with a bow". I'm laughing way too hard right now. It is, however, accurate Esquire behavior. The story has the perfect amount of humor and seriousness. I don't think it's that dry. 

Wonderful Shoshannah! Can't wait for the next...chapter thingy?

I absolutely love it, Shosh! It made me smile so much! Poems about earthworms, huh?

Awesome so far, Shoshannah! I'm so excited I get to be a MC! Can't wait to see where you take the story, this is a great start. 

This is sooooooooooooooo AWESOME! I was literally smiling a mile and taking the mile and then multiplying it by 1,000! Booksy has misforgivings about me! That's sooooooo interesting! DUN DUN DUUUUN!

Thank you for the encouragement! I guess I thought it was boring because it asn't really what I originally intended it to be... but now I have an even better idea. I'm going to kill Avaria's storyline... let's see where that takes us!

I'll try to finish writing the next post tomorrow, but I have a sleepover, funeral, and 3d printing workshop to go to, so no guarantees. I'll definitely do it Sunday!

WHAT? No! How could I miss this! This looks so great, Sho, I'll definitely be visiting this thread to read more!