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Introduction ~ Male
Introduction ~ Male
Tick... Tick...
The sounds coming from the clock continue in the classroom. Many students stare at it with disinterest. Instead of hoping for the minute hand to reach twelve, they instead hope for the familiar sound of the bell going off throughout the school. The hope for that to happen, when in reality, they should be awaiting for both.
Chttt.. chtt chtt...
The students not staring at the clock are instead frantically moving their pencils around on pieces of paper fill with many sentences, blank lines, and empty circles. The ones frantically moving their pencils are hoping to rid of the blank lines and empty circles.
Alas, the familiar sound of the bell shatters the hearts of the ones moving their hands about holding cylindrical-like objects with sharp points. Groans, grunts, and slight whines are muttered about along with the sounds of people raising from their seats with the sound of brushing against cloth and skin. Slowly, chatter amongst the students finally begin.
Loud yawning is mixed within the chit chat. I stretch my arms well above my head and silence my yawn as soon as I find out that the loud yawn came from me. After giving myself a moment once I was done yawning and stretching, I give my farewells to my acquaintances as I lethargically leave the classroom, ready to head to the parking lot and drive myself home.
"Hey."
A small pat against my shoulder along with a face of a girl with the facial features of a childish prankster combined with below shoulder length black hair appears in my vision. She rushes past me, spins around, and faces me. In contrast with her childish facial features, she has a well developed body of a woman at her prime. Covering her is a white Puma t-shirt that is too large for her, with the sleeves well covering her elbows and jean shorts at the stereotypical length.
Playfully, she asks me a simple question that can easily be answered.
"Going home already?"
"Yep."
"You really need to join a sports team or a club or something, you no lifer!"
"It's kind of late to join any clubs, and sports just aren't my thing. Still thinking that I should join the debate team though."
Such a thought of me joining the debate club has been in my mind for a while. Since... middle school, actually.
"Debate club, huh? It's best if you join something like that early in your high school life, but you're already a junior, and the school year is about to end too."
"Yeah..."
With that snippet of conversation ending, I walk towards my car and she follows me along the way, making up more small talk. Along the way, I reach for my right pocket for my pack of cigarettes, but then realizing where I'm at, along with the fact that I'm against smoking in front of women and children that I somewhat know. My hand soon goes back to my side, not reaching for the pack after all.
"You really should stop smoking. If you're trying to be cool, smoking isn't how you do it."
I give a short reply full of sarcasm, saying something along the lines of that smoking definitely cool. Eventually, we reach my car. I open the door to get in as she gives a strong pat on my back and give each other our temporary farewells.
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For those from Mabiplayer may remember that I'm currently in charge of writing the plot of an RPG with many Tales of elements, among with other short stories only shared between somewhat close internet buddies. This is all practice for it, since I'm thinking of completely rewriting of what I have so far.
So I decided I really needed to do a overhaul on how I write and how I make dialogue go on. Actually, I need to work on my dialogue as whole, since many people have said that the way I do it is confusing and makes it difficult to find out who the speaker is.
Anyway, the plot of this short story that will be continued in installments with different point of views (I need to work on writing in a female's perspective as well) is romance. Since I'm a complete virgin in romance, the story will be rather virgin-like as well, but that's why I'm sharing it with you all. So I can get demonic criticism of it and actually work on my sorry excuse of romance.
So the things I've admitted to work on: Romantic plots, POV, dialogue flow. Also need to work on onomatopoeia. That's a lot of work. As for the reason why I'm somewhat descriptive at the beginning, but then completely lack it as the heroine shows up is completely intentional. The heroine and protagonist are also intentionally unnamed for now.
Oh, and ignore the typos that I may have missed. My laptop is growing old and the keyboard is starting to get a little unresponsive. Oh, and ignore what ever words that I completely forgot to add in a sentence, rendering it nearly unreadable. Just point it out to me and I'll fix it.
Still embarrassing to share this to strangers though. But if I completely lack criticism, I'll lose the energy to continue on this story.
Until next time.