Our character was quickly running through the alleyways, but behind him, one of the guards was chasing him.
(Damn, what the hell am I doing... I've really overdone it with this dialogue. Why did I get so hyped up?)
Our character rushed into an abandoned house through a broken door in one of the alleys and started hiding there. He had run too much and was exhausted. After the guard left, he slowly stood up and headed for home.
(I've got to admit, it doesn't make sense that Adrien would kill Chloe that quickly. Yesterday's events can't be true, because the messages I sent to the accounts were much later than that. Did Rafael trick me? He's the one who left the body in front of the school bus. But that happened an hour and a half before the school ended. Rafael should've been at school then, because he was just leaving when the school was over, and Chloe's body looked like it had just been killed. I could be wrong...)
Our character arrived home and...
(Since my parents are used to me coming home late, they keep the spare key in the pot next to the door.)
Our character reached for the key under the pot and entered.
(Like I thought, mom and dad were asleep.)
Our character went up to his room quietly, changed clothes, opened his computer, and sat down. He spent a bit of time on the computer, then...
He opened the drawer next to his bed and pulled out sleeping pills and a box of "XANAX."
(Oh, I can't explain why this is here right now, but you get it, right? In short, the doctor prescribed this to me.)
Our character took both pills one after the other and threw himself onto the bed, trying to sleep.
Our character woke up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. After washing his face, he looked in the mirror and...
****: Damn my life...
Clearly, a rough day was ahead. Our character changed clothes and got ready to head out for school, heading downstairs for breakfast.
Sarah: Good morning, dear, come sit and eat breakfast.
John: Good morning, son, how are you?
****: Good morning, mom, dad.
Our character quickly finished his breakfast. He must've overslept today, so he needed to catch the school bus.
Character: Mom, dad, I'm off. See you later.
Sarah: Have a good day at school, dear.
John: Pay attention in class and take care of yourself.
****: Okay, mom, dad.
Our character said his goodbyes and made it to the school bus just in time. He sat in his usual spot and started watching outside. The weather seemed pretty rainy today. The clouds were pitch black, and the sky was dark. It felt like an ominous day.
(Wait, were you here too? Oh, sorry, I didn't notice. The writer took quite a break. Anyway, today's going to be just like the usual cycle...)
Our character arrived at school, and as usual, it was really cold and windy; the rain had begun to drizzle. Everyone had thick jackets or coats on. When our character arrived at school, he headed straight for his class and sat down at his desk.
(Oh my god, this narrator part is way too fast. Fine, I know, I don't like it either, but don't you think it's too rushed? Anyway, yesterday still hasn't left my mind... Maybe I overdid it a bit, don't you think? It's like they're acting like nothing happened... Or am I the crazy one?)
Our character lifted his head slowly as the teacher entered and started the lesson.
Teacher: Good morning, everyone.
Students: Good morning, teacher!
Teacher: Before we begin the lesson, I have an announcement to make. The trip hasn't been canceled; it's just been moved to an earlier time. So the trip will be tomorrow. Please tell your parents.
Our character slowly lifted his head and stared at the teacher with a dead expression.
(Really? Damn, someone just died yesterday, and here they are, acting like everything's fine? Isn't this too weird? It's like nothing even happened... Was I the only one who saw the truth?)
Teacher: Alright, everyone heard that, so let's begin the lesson.
Our character slowly put his head back down on the desk and closed his eyes.
(I need sleep to process all this.)
Our character woke up when the lunch bell rang. He slowly lifted his head and took out his lunch from his bag.
(Really, reading this still feels kind of stupid. Okay, I get it, but you realize that I'm fully aware you're reading this, right? Just so you know, there won't be anything too exciting or action-packed from now on. Do you understand me? "Buddy," is it okay if I call you that? Oh... I sometimes lose my mind. You can't respond, can you? Oh well, the writer won't answer this unless it's posted on a site...)
Our character finished his lunch and went to wash his hands and face in the bathroom. When he entered, someone was checking the door and asking, "Is the teacher here?"
(Someone is smoking inside or using electronics...)
Our character entered, and the inside was filled with smoke. He walked toward the sink and started washing his hands and face.
Jack: Damn, our teacher keeps picking on us. He's
mad that we're not paying attention in class, and gets pissed when we talk too. What a bitch.
Nico: For real, our teacher does the same, gets all mad and yells at us, bastard.
(Is talking behind someone's back really that comforting? I'm asking you. I've never done something like that, but when you look at it from a logical perspective, saying something you wouldn't say to someone's face, out loud, makes you feel better, I guess.)
Jack: Hey, bro.
Our character slowly turned his head toward Emre.
****: Did you call me?
Jack: Who else would I call, damn? Hey, don't tell anyone about this, okay?
****: I won't tell anyone.
Jack: Thanks, but be careful, alright?
****:Okay bro,don't worry.