Chuck sat at a desk in the very back of the classroom. His long brown hair artfully obscured his earbuds from the teacher's view. He turned up the volume on his industrial music playlist and drowned out the world arond him. Only Chuck, his music, and his pocket knife carving the anarchy symbol on his desk remained. The snotty freckled kid sitting in front of him shot a spitball at Chuck's head. What did chuck do?
[[pretend he didn't notice]]
Chuck stood up and walked over to the snot-nosed kid's desk, grabbed it by the legs and flipped it over."Hey man, that wasn't very nice of you. " Nobody in the class could take their eyes off the two. Mrs. Nelson approached the What did Chuck do?
[[go to the office]]Ms. Nelson fumbled through her purse and pulled out a makeup mirror. Chuck was already sprinting down the hallway, but she didn't let him go far. She pointed the mirror at chuck and a blinding white beam of light shot out, knocking him unconscious. Chuck lay motionless on the floor, his heart still beating. Ms. Nelson walked over to him and kneeled down. She held out the makeup mirror once again, pointed it to him, and she began speaking in toungues. Chuck woke up, his heart now racing. "What the heck was that, Nelson!?!?" "I dunno, man. What are you talking about?" "You just knocked me out, you idiot!" "Hey, that's no way to talk to me! I'm your teacher!" "Sorry dude, I'm just kinda freaked out." "That's understanable, let's head over to the office."
[[Go with her]]
[[run away again]]Chuck gave in and dragged his chubby legs over to the office where he sat in a cold, quiet, isolated room where he could think. The room was barren except for a single desk, defaced by the many delinquents before him. He kept himself busy reading the names of the children who had dared to break the rules as he had. He sat there for hours more than expected, and began to question whether or not they were going to let him back out. He went to open the door, but it was locked. He peeled back the paper covering the window on the door and peeked through. Nobody's there. He ripped the paper back further, and he got a glimpse of the outside window. It was dark outside. Days go by, and still, nobody came back for him.The snot-nosed kid shot another spitball, then another, until Chuck was an unrecognizable pasty mess. What did Chuck do?
[[go wash up]]
[[Ask Snot-nose to stop]]still shaken, Chuck gives in and drags his chubby legs over to the office where he sits in a cold, quiet, isolated room where he can think. Chuck gave in and dragged his chubby legs over to the office where he sat in a cold, quiet, isolated room where he could think. The room was barren except for a single desk, defaced by the many delinquents before him. He kept himself busy reading the names of the children who had dared to break the rules as he had. He sat there for hours more than expected, and began to question whether or not they were going to let him back out. He went to open the door, but it was locked. He peeled back the paper covering the window on the door and peeked through. Nobody's there. He ripped the paper back further, and he got a glimpse of the outside window. It was dark outside. Days went by, and still, nobody came back for him.To Chuck's surprise, Ms. Nelson didn't bother to chase after him this time. She's lived a long life full of oppression and snot-nosed teenagers pushing her buttons, why not let one go? Chuck had never felt to liberated in his short life. He had almost made it, but all he heeded to to was take one more turn. Where did Chuck go?
[[right]]while walking to the bathroom, Chuck realized that he needed to go anyways. He wondered if he should just clean up, or risk taking longer than expected
[[stay a while]]
[[hold it in]]Chuck could stand the paper bullets no longer, and decided to finally speak up. "Hey, quit being a little brat and throwing spitballs at me!!" "Sorry man, I didn't know it upset you so much. I thought you liked it." "Okay you're right, it's kind of nice and refreshing, but I just kinda don't like it anymore. I'm gonna go wash up." Chuck walked out of the classroom without a hallway pass and went straight to the restroom.
[[go wash up]]
[[stay in class]]Chuck finally mustered up the courage to speak up. "Hey man, could you cut that out?!?" "I'm sorry, I just didn't know how else to get your attention. I wanted to tell you someting." "Why didn't you just pass a note, genius?" "I.. kinda forgot I could do that. But that's not the point, Chuck, I have something important to tell you. Meet me in the tech room after lunch, I'll tell you then." "Why don't you just tell me now?" "It's too personal.." "Alight fine, meet ya there."
As the hours passed by, Chuck kept pondering what would be so important and private that he couldn't tell him then. Of course, one of his first thoughts was, what if Snot-nose was gonna ask Chuck to prom? Which, turned out to be correct, albeit disappointing. "So, Chuck, Whaddya say? If you're not into me, that's fine too."
[[accept his offer]]
[[reject him]]Chuck decided to head back to class immediately after cleaning his face. Thoughout the day, he started experiencing extreme abdominal pain. Chuck died of constipation that day.Chuck opened the door, and held his arms out to the world. The sun greeted him with friendly warmth, and there was a humming in the air. As he ran, the humming noise grew louder and louder. He ran towards it, eyes closed, taking the noise as a sign that he had made it. from head to toe, he was bursting with pure joy, and small pieces of his soul flew across the grass and rested there like freshly fallen leaves. Soon, the woodchipper devoured his whole body.Chuck opened the door, and held his arms out to the world. The sun greeted him with friendly warmth, and there was a humming in the air. His adrenaline complimented his sprinting perfectly as he made his way downtown.
[[go straight home]]Finally exhausted, Chuck decided to take refuge in a nearby arcade. He stayed there for longer than expected, but he didn't choose to leave. Day turned to night, and night turned to day. After 24 hours, he ran out of money for chips, soda, and games, but he couldn't turn back now. He sprinted to a room in the back where out of order games resided. He locked himself in and stayed there until a game technician found his starved dead body lying on the dusty floor.Chuck took a wrong turn and ended up on a street he didn't recognize. He tried his best to retrace his steps but he ended up in the same spot as when he started. He gave up and decided he'd hitchhike his way home. After hours of desperation, a kind man stopped and told him to hop in. Chuck told him the direcctions, but realized he wasn't entirely sure where he was going either. They continued driving into the night, when Chuck realized he would never find his home again. Instead of trying to help him, the driver brought Chuck to a desert. The driver was tired of taking directions from a clueless kid, and dropped him off right there. Chuck was hesitant to leave, but figured he could make it if he tried hard enough. He ended up finding a commune of extraterrestrial creatures that vaguely resembled insects. One of them offered Chuck a sip of extraterrestrial wine. "Here, weary traveler, you look parched. drink some of this, it might make you feel better."
[[accept their offer]]
[[don't drink their wine]]Snot-nose blushed and his heart began to race. "R-really? gee, I didn't think I would ever get this far. I've never been noticed like this before." Snot-nose leaned in for a kiss, but Chuck turned away. "I'm sorry, man, this is moving a little too fast. we barely know each other. Wanna go out for coffee this weekend? I'm free on Sunday." "Y-yeah sure!" The coffee date wouldn't be their last, and when the time came for prom, they were madly in love.Chuck stood there for a while in thought until he found his place within his words. "Uh.. I'm not sure how to tell you this, dude, but I'm not exactly into you." "Oh.. that's fine." It wasnt. "I-I'm just gonna stay here a while. You go to your next class, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting." Chuck obliged, and walked off. Snot-nose never left the tech room that day. When his parents came to get him, snot-nose was lying motionless on the floor. they rushed him to the emergency room where they found out that snot-nose had quite literally died of a broken heart. Upon hearing the news, Chuck also died. The tribe rejoiced, and celebrated a new member in their family. Chuck finally found a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in any other aspect of his life. He decided to stay no matter the cost, and isolated himself from the rest of society. Nobody knew where Chuck had gone to, nor will they ever. To this day, he still resides in his alien commune. As much as Chuck wanted to drink their wine, he was cautious. "Hey man, I don't trust that stuff. I'm not even sure what it is." The tribe abandoned Chuck and stranded him in the desert, just as the driver did. He decided to walk until he found civilization of any sort, and find some place to rest. After days of walking alone, he came across a small cottage. Outside of the cottage, an elderly man sat reading a book of spells. Chuck decdided to approach the man. "Hello, small child! You look lost. care to come inside?" This was an offer Chuck was too desperate to refuse. Inside, he found a hot meal had already been layed out on the table. Without asking, he dived right in and ate to his heart's content. The old man walked in, saw him eating, and said nothing. It was almost as if he was expecting him to be there. While Chuck continued to sit and eat, the old man went to his room, opened a drawer, and pulled out a small amulet. He then returned back to the kitchen. He Held the amulet out, pointed towards Chuck, and he fell unconsious in his chair. The witch had captured Chuck's consciousness in an amulet. No longer would he be lonely.Chuck cleaned off the paper mush as best as he could, but still, there were some flecks of paper left hiding in his hair. It had taken quite a while, but he figured he had some time to drop the kids off at the pool before he returned to class. Someone had left the toilet seat open, and before he noticed, he was already stuck in the toilet. He tried to squirm his way out, but that only made him sink further into the bowl. His head was now submerged underwater, and his legs, sticking straight out, had no traction. Chuck tried to call for help, but all he could muster was a pathetic gargle. Nobody used that stall for the rest of the day, and by the time the janitor cleaned the toilets, Chuck was already sleeping with the fishes.