I STARTED WRITING THE STORY

here’s a little sneak peak :) 

(I will take any tips and ideas, keep in mind I only write my stories at like 11pm-2am)

(KEEP IN MIND: it’s set in 2014, they are late teens, and the whole point of their characters is that they don’t complete their stereotypes, eg: Leroy is the nerd character, but he’s calm and kept to himself and not cringe. Max is the jock, but he’s not a prick/bully. Dotty is the sweet and bubbly one, but she’s not when she loses **SPOILER SO I WONT SAY** and her way of understanding things is crooked. Jett is the non-binary supporting character, but their gender is never mentioned.)

who’s your favourite? mines either Leroy or Jett :)

IF YOU HAD ONE QUESTION THAT WAS ANSWERED ENTIRELY HONESTLY, WHAT WOULD YOU ASK?

12th of January 2014, 16:24 pm.

• “… was it actually real, or am I just a psychopath?…”

L.

I learnt from a young age, that people have places in this world, they need to stay in their lane and do as expected, but that’s all crap. be rebellious, live life to the fullest and always do the unexpected. seems hypocritical for me to be saying that, but it isn’t, I’m always doing the unexpected, as no one has any expectations for me other then great achievement, so I’m set for life entirely for the way people view me, but how I view myself is an entirely different subjective, back on topic. nobody expects the intelligently perfect and modest, kept to himself nerd guy to attempt to solve a gory town mystery even the police refuse to tell any citizen such as, me. so as I may repeat one more time, do the unexpected. no matter where that takes you. I’m Leroy, the smartest guy here.

I just wanted to unwind, after school and I didn’t have to study or anything, I slumped onto my couch and turned on the tv, switching the channels back and forth but all there was on the screen made for my amusement was shitty news reports on this stupid ‘virus’ going around, shutting off the television in a annoyed manner I entered my room instead, I sat on a bean bag and picked out a random comic book from when I was a kid, I stopped reading comics a long time ago, take a guess as to why. the kid who’s already known to be the best at math reads a comic? yeah he’s clearly a dork, they thought, so I stopped. not like I find them all that entertaining now, in fact they’re pretty impractical, at least in my eyes.

“Roy, sweetie, I’m home!” my mother called out from downstairs.

“Good to know.” I replied to her, I’m suprised if a virus is spreading as fast as this one is, how come my family hasn’t gotten it? my mother or father or me? strange. 

D.

the police huddled around the body, crowds were trying to tower over them, to try to get a close look of my sisters corpse. I sat in the ambulance with the doors open, watching as all these people, probably with living siblings, try to stare at her dead body, and if they managed to catch a glimpse, they’d gag, feel faint, I watched someone throw up in their mouth. she doesn’t deserve this, she would’ve hated this. I hate this. unlike most of these people, I sat next to her body and got a close look of her, my divine and gorgeous sisters throat had been sliced open vertically, try blood had flooded down her neck, like a waterfall, well I suppose I’m more like a waterfall right now. the knife that had caused this was in her own hands. I can’t even react, I’m just staring, crying, as a nurse caresses my back in attempt to comfort me, but she wouldn’t know this feeling, she doesn’t understand.

“So, it appears as far as we know, and from the information you’ve told us, we’ve narrowed down her death cause to be the virus, she was its host for not too long it seems.” the police are trying to tell me she was sick, I just stare at them.

“Dotty? are you understanding us? we are sorry for your loss, but your sister died to-“

“but- she wasn’t sick, a-and her neck was slit! I saw it! a virus can’t do that-“

“we know this is a hard time, but what we are sharing with you is for your and the towns safety, would you want to call anyone to come pick you up?” … seriously?… I thought the authorities were, helpful.

“I’ll walk.” as I stand, so does the officer, he lets me out of the room, getting led out of the station and walking out of there for the first time with a dead sister… no one is getting it, that was my sister, shes what made me happy, shes what kept me smiling, shes all I had… what do I do now?…

… I’ll find out what really happened, what actually caused her death, don’t worry Brooke, you’re getting justice and we are gonna plaster it all over those stupid cops faces.

J.

I lie on my bed and stare up at my ceiling, I feel my hair on the back of my neck and shoulders, it was getting long, I liked it that way. wavy haired people look silly with too short hair, or maybe the that’s just me. my music plays faintly in the background, the light of the sun just peering out of the window, just past golden hour. pure bliss, I call this. it’s like, zen, it’s nice. I take a deep breath and appreciate my surroundings, enjoying my presence in time, until I remember it’s Sunday. kill me… maybe that’s too dramatic, my bad, I just mean that every week another persons died of this virus and it all everyone’s talking about, going to school is starting to seem like the real test, like a social experiment or something. ‘How long can someone go without talking about the newest death’ or ‘count how many times you think about how the next victim may just be you.’ … ever think like that? like your whole life could just, go away like that? and having some virus chase the people in your town like it’s a game of pro-league tag with the fear of you may be it one day. just me? you don’t have a deathly virus spreading across your town life wildfire? damn. must be nice.

M. 

“I’ve got football on after school tomorrow, I can’t get groceries!” I remind my father who’s sitting opposite to me on the couch.

“Can you get them after football, boy?” He raised an eyebrow, my father wasn’t scary, honestly he was pretty cool and laid back, so him being my father and not some really smart kids really worked well in the end.

“I dunno, it goes on for a bit, dad.” I shrugged.

“Agh, I understand, don’t worry about it, sonny, I’ll get the food tomorrow.” He nodded, I smiled and nodded back.

“Thanks, dad.” I stand up and make my way to my room, passing through the hall to my room and seeing all my achievements on the wall used to make me really proud, but I guess I’m just too good because we have to keep moving all the old awards and trophies for the new ones like every 2 months! my rooms pretty cool, got some car and sport posters and a tv, I’ve got a shelf with a signed football, not anyone all that special, just my dad, but he says he wants something to remember him by when he goes, and if I ever go pro with football that’ll be my practise ball for forever and ever. But, with this virus, a lot of my teammates have taken the hit and, well they aren’t quite on the team anymore and if this keeps happening, the school won’t have a team anymore! and less people are starting to try-out because of the same virus! so I better start looking for some people to join before anyone else kicks the bucket, huh?

WHATS YOUR DEEPEST REGRET?

13th of January 2014, 8:47am

L.

I’m having trouble deciding whether I enjoy learning more than I hate loud kids. I think I’m starting to lean toward hate more now. so many staff in my school have quit because of this fucking virus, it pisses me off how much of life people are missing because of this crap, not just school, but I hear parties getting cancelled all the time, smaller businesses in town quitting or going bankrupt, and the obvious one being family and loved ones dying… none of mine have yet, but I suppose it’s inevitable.

“I NONIMATE MIKAELA TO DO THE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

If the virus doesn’t kill my classmates soon I just might. It is unfortunate to see some people never show up to school again, whether they are dead or avoiding school, I probably seem emotionless, I’m truely not, when this virus began I was just like the rest of everyone, miserable and scared everyday watching people drop like flies, but when it’s your life you eventually get used to it. one of my classmates is staring at me, her sister was the latest victim I heard, her name is Dotty, she was actually really nice, normally a really bright and bubbly personality, but I suppose if I had a sibling and they died I wouldn’t be myself either. the bell rang over the loud classmates cheers for the lunch reminder. walking past dottys desk, she quickly speaks.

“Hey, why do you seem so… unmotivated all the time? you look like your distracted and focused at the same time, it’s odd.” … she mustn’t be the brightest.

“I just don’t show interest in things, doesn’t mean it unmotivated. I work pretty hard.” I shrug and was about to keep walking.

“your the really smart kid, right?” she stands from her desk and grabbed her bag, I raised an eyebrow and faced her.

“maybe? I would say I’m smart.” I cross my arms. Dotty looks around to make sure no one else was in the room.

“I don’t think this virus is a disease…” she whispers, holy shit someone else knows somethings up.

“what makes you say that..?” I whisper back.

“you would’ve heard of my sister… sorry for being a sulk, uhm, her throat… it was slit, a virus doesn’t do that, right?” my eyes widen, trying to process why she’d be telling her classmate this.

“that’s strange.. and I’m sorry for your loss but, why are you telling me?” 

“right uhm.. would you help me figure out who or what is actually killing the towns people?” what the hell? who asks that? 

“… I’ll have to get back to you on that one-“

“please, I really need your help.” she had a look of desperation in her eyes.

“I really don’t think I’m the right person to ask for this…”

“… think about it and get back to me, Leroy.” she nodded before walking away. that was odd.