Hi again, everybody! I hope you enjoyed that first weekly <3 We have now come to the second weekly of Scratch Writing Camp March 2022, and this one is sure to be appealing (I hope) xD Like the last, this weekly encompasses four sections, but this time there are no workshops you need to look at. Instead, you'll be working with somebody else as a quick warmup, creating some ideas for story elements, and then using ideas from others to write the final product!

Part 1: Short Collaboration Story (Written by Aria)
In the first part of this weekly, we'll be doing a short warm up that requires a partner! Choose someone to pair up with and on either person's profile or perhaps a studio, write a short story together by taking turns posting comments with continuations of each other's stories.

Person 1: A young adult who goes by the alias ‘John Doe’, no one knows his true identity. However, one thing that all the townsfolk in Carthal are certain of is that this young man has been terrorising them and is the source of every nightmare.

Person 2: Stealthy as a ghost, John Doe leaves terror in his wake. Precarious, inconspicuous and always maintaining a low profile, John takes extra dedication to leave no trail of his crimes behind.

Person 1: However, on one mundane day, some youth who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time witnessed a horror that will scar him for life…

The above is an example of how you should write your collaborative story. Continue the story with your partner until both of you have written 300 words each! Once you're done, be sure to transfer the collaborative story onto the forum post with the rest of your weekly, clearly labelling which lines were written by you and which were not. Alternatively, you could take a snapshot and attach pictures of the story thread or provide a link.

You do not need to finish this part before you start working on the next part.

Part 2: Character (Written by Robin)

For this section, you’ll be creating a protagonist! Keep in mind that this character should be very flexible, as they could end up in almost any setting or premise. Start by giving your character a name, an age, and a species. I'll follow along and create a character named Amelia.

Example
Name: Amelia Reed
Age: 18
Species: Human

Next you’ll develop a personality for the character! You can be as descriptive as you’d like, but you should separate it into the following sections and write to the corresponding word count or more for each one.
Personality and Traits: 200 words
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: 200 words
Dislikes and Fears: 100 words
This is 500 words total!
Remember that your character’s personality needs to be adaptable to different settings or plotlines! Here’s my creation of Amelia’s personality.

Example
Personality and Traits: Amelia is very future-oriented and has a cool temperament for the most part. She’s willing to be patient when she needs to - however, when working with others who don’t share her values, she can lose her cool easily. She’s very good at carrying out tedious tasks but prefers working on her own. She believes that by doing things herself, she knows who to blame when there’s something that goes wrong.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: All she really wants is a stable future. She hopes that she can just avoid anything strange or unnatural and have a normal life - let all the aliens be confined to books, please. She’s really good at being productive and getting work done on time, but she constantly gives herself more things to do so that she’s never at a loss.

Dislikes and Fears: She can’t stand people who don’t get work done - so based on that, she usually hates group projects. It’s easy for her to dislike other people automatically because that rarely has any negative effects on her later. She’s also quite uncomfortable in nature, because she prefers to know about everything around her and so much of the outdoors is foreign to her.

These aren’t as long as yours will be, but hopefully it helps you get an idea of what you’ll be writing! Make sure to put the personality and the original information together to complete the profile before posting.

Comment a link to a forum post with your character in this studio.

Part 3: Setting (Written by Zura)

In this section, you will be coming up with a setting! This will include where and when the event will happen, and the conditions of the current moment (like weather). Feel free to dive into your worldbuilding skills and explore any aspect of a place or the current time period! Be as descriptive as you’d like, and make sure to not add specific characters or premises! This section must be at least 400 words long.

If you don’t have any ideas, you can brain dump words and see what connections you can find, then putting them into paragraph form.

As an example, I’ll be using a rainforest as inspiration.

The story will happen at the Silver Rainforest, and it has layers of spring green trees, extending from each end of the forest. Abundant rain runs through the forest, many times. A thing that is rare about the Silver Rainforest, is that sometimes hail and acid rain come down the forests, giving it an unstable habitat. While it seems colorful, it is less colorful and far less biodiverse than the other forests. This is widely known about the Silver Rainforest, and has caught the attention of many climate advocates. However, what is far less known is, every 50 years, silver rain rains down from the sky. Once it drops down on you, it can cause you to die within 6 hours, rashes spreading all over your body. No one knows about this condition, and that this is the root of the problems. In hindsight, scientists believe this was a form of bioterrorism, however, it doesn’t explain how every 50 years it happens.
Unluckily, the story happens on the day before silver rain comes (at least they aren’t placed on the day), however, conditions are harsh in the day before.

Your part will need to be longer than this, but the example gives you a gist of what it should look like.

Comment a link to a forum post with your setting in this studio.

Part 4: Premise (Written by Kat)

For this part, you'll be making up a premise - a plot hook, or situation, or concept that the story revolves around.
Basically, anything that can serve as a prompt for someone else to get writing!

Brainstorm some story concepts that you think could make for an interesting story (make sure not to include characters or setting in these concepts!) and pick one and write a 150 word premise for someone else to use based on the concept you chose! Make sure to keep it flexible - you don't know what characters and setting whoever uses your premise might be using.

As an example, I'm going to be expanding on the concept “your pencil case was stolen (and you need to get your favourite sparkly pencil back)”
Here's the paragraph I wrote expanding it!

When your main character returns home from school (or work, or anywhere that fits!) one day, they get the feeling that something's… off. They can't quite pinpoint it, but as they sit down at their desk to write a to do list for the next day, they find themself stopping before they open their desk drawer. They take a deep breath and open it, and it's a mess! Someone - or something - has been into their house, and has rummaged through their desk. Papers and pens are strewn everywhere, their paperclips are bent out of shape, and tape is wrapped haphazardly around everything. It's almost as if whatever made a mess of their desk was trying to make a mess on purpose. But most distressingly of all, your main character cannot find their favourite sparkly pencil. They search for hours, turning their whole house upside down in an effort to find it - but all they find is a note that reads “if you wish to have your pencil back, you'll have to find me” in handwriting that they know all too well. Now your main character must embark on an epic quest to find the person who wrote that note, and get their sparkly pencil back, or face the misery that is life without it.

You can see I've changed it quite a bit - I decided that to make it more flexible, I'd say that the pencil was stolen from the character's desk instead of their pencilcase (which implies a schoolkid). You can do that too, if you need to!

Comment a link to a forum post with your premise in this studio.

Part 5: Bringing It Together (Written by Honey)

It's time to write a final story! You won't be using the story elements you created though - you'll be choosing others'. Go check out the studios where everyone has commented their characters, settings, and premises, and choose at least one main character, setting, and premise. If you want to choose multiple of any of them, that's fine! You can also create other characters and settings, so long as the ones you chose play a significant role in your story. The elements you choose should be created by different people. It's okay if someone else has said they're using an element already; multiple people can use the same thing. Now that you've got those, start writing! Your story must be at least 1000 words long. Here's an example of what I might do with the elements that Robin, Zura, and Kat have created:

Amelia's room was pitch black when she opened the door after school. She flipped the light switch and started towards her desk - time to get started on homework - but her desk was a mess. The books she had left neatly piled in the corner were spread across the surface, some left open and many of the paperback's covers bent; her jar of pens and pencils had been knocked over and some pens had fallen onto the floor; papers had been taken out of her perfectly organized folders. This was nothing like how she had left it! She sighed in frustration: this was yet another chaotic situation added to her already awful day. She'd already missed her alarm and had to rush to get ready in half the time, forgotten her lunch, and left her favorite sparkly pencil at home.
As she picked up the mess, she wondered who had left it for her. Her sibling had left for school at the same time she did, and they wouldn't be home for another half an hour. Her parents never came in her room without permission - and they wouldn't do this anyway. There was no one else who would've been in her house.
It wasn't until Amelia had reorganized her papers and books that she remembered her sparkly pencil again. It wasn't in the pencil jar. She checked the floor again, and then double checked the pencil jar. The pencil was nowhere to be found. She moved furniture away from walls, dug through her dresser, and even went through all her folders again. When she was confident that the pencil wasn't in her room, she scoured the rest of her house. Homework could wait.
This was nothing like Amelia. Homework could never wait.
Finally, she returned to her room empty-handed. Her favorite sparkly pencil was gone forever, it seemed. She slumped down in her desk chair. Maybe it would turn up eventually.
That was when she noticed a yellow sticky note on the top of her book pile. She peeled it off and read it. In a messy blue scrawl, it read, “If you wish to have your pencil back, you'll have to find me.”
She knew that handwriting. She didn't want to think about it, but it seemed it was unavoidable if she wanted to get her favorite sparkly pencil back. She pulled her shoes on and headed to the bus stop.
She got on the bus and took it all the way to the Silver Rainforest.
–
Amelia covers herself in a ginormous green leaf, at least twice her height, as acid rain hits the ground. The only sound is the rain hitting the ground, splat! She shouldn't have come here. Her parents don't know where she is. She's not even completely sure, like most eight year olds are when they run away in an attempt to show their parents that they're independent. She shuffles around the forest floor under the leaf. Finally, the rain stops and she runs back the way she came.
When she returns home, she tells herself that it must have been a dream.
–
She knows the handwriting on the sticky note well - it's her own. It's not recent though. It has all the same awkward bumps as the writing in her eight year old notebooks.

This isn't as long as yours will be and it isn't complete at all, but I hope it can give you an idea of what you could do with the elements you choose!

Conclusion (Intro and conclusion by Birdi)

And to finish that up, here's another basic list of the minimum word counts for this weekly to earn points for your cabin:

• 300 words of a short story written in comments with somebody else (At least 300 words each, 600 words total)
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• 500 words coming up with a well-detailed character
  
• 400 words of a descriptive story setting
  
• 150 words of a possible (flexible) story premise
  
• Make sure all of the above until the divider (—) is available in a studio or project, then post a link to that in this forum!
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• 1000 words of a story taking a character, a setting and a premise from various other people
  
• Proof of all parts
  

(In total, at least 2350 words for 4500 points!)

And that's about it for the second weekly for this session of SWC ^^ When done, remember to post proof of all completed parts in the main cabin with your total word count. Remember to update your words for this weekly in your cabin as well!
Yet again, don't stress too much about getting this done immediately - remember to spread your work over the week, and there are still two weeklies to go ^^' And another reminder to always prioritize your health (mental, physical, and social) and real life obligations over SWC; they hold more value than any number of points that you could earn.
This weekly is due at 11:59 pm on March 16th UTC.

Now go get writing <3 Good luck!

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Part 1


Total words: 666
Arli’s words: 278
Lily’s words: 388

It was dark, and quite cold too. A group of explorers have fallen, very, very deep. Alright opens her hand and picks up sand. This was supposed to be the middle of the the coldest season! What was sand doing here? Alright suddenly stands up, along with her short partner Lily. Something wasn’t right. Bernadette flickered on her flashlight, trying to resist the urge to shudder. The flashlight refused to turn on. The darkness engulfed the group like a huge ocean wave, and then, slowly, a light began to appear. It was yellowish and far in the distance, but as it continued glowing, they noticed that it resembled the sun, or a bright star of its kind. But it wasn't. As they walked closer they saw 2 red eyes. What was this creature, deep down in the forest? Lily suddenly tripped over a steel like material. The other 2 ran over to check. While Bernadette was helping her up, Arli checked the material. It cut her straight through the hand. What was this? Should they take it as a sample back to the lab? How? There was only the girls in the cave or as hoped so. Arli's heart began beating, quickly and quickly and more quickly until the rhythm took over her mind. Bernadette strolled calmly towards the sharp material, reached forward, and yelped. Bernadette, the one who had always kept a straight face, fell back against the cold rock. And then she didn't say anything, simply stood up and walked sadly into the distance. Arli gazed after her, confused. “What was this?” Arli thought. She went toward to check on Bernadette. “Hey are you okay?” She said. “I’m fine.” Bernadette said firmly. “Leave me alone.” Arli stepped back. This wasn’t the usual Bernadette. Lily looked at the metal. Carefully. She found multiple blood stains on it. This made her jump. Was it just Bernadette and Arli’s blood? She looked closer. There were multiple that looked quite old. They weren’t the only ones that have fallen. Arli ran over to Lily. Something was off. Lily examined the ground as Arli paced the floor, her footsteps echoing quietly. Bernadette turned away, her hazel eyes flashing in the dark. She looked up–that couldn't be right. Her eyes never glowed. She glanced around for the source of the light. Arli brushed her fingers over the wall and then suddenly a small opening flew agape, just large enough for her to fit through. “Oh my lordy lord.” Arli said under her breath. “Should I go in there?” Arli thought. She touched the rim of the opening. A few small pieces of rock fell to the floor. Lily suddenly noticed the source of light. She whipped her head around facing Bernadette. She looked at her strangely. Why was she glowing? Arli walked through the space. “Hey guys! Come check this out!” Lily walked over. “What's this?” she said. “I just found it. I was touching the wall.” “Strange. This cave holds many secrets.” “This is so weird. We should get out of here, you guys,” Arli said, but Bernadette shook her head. “We have to keep looking. This is our mission, remember?” Lily rushed forward, just as Bernadette turned around and screamed. Arli and Lily drew back. They had never heard Bernadette scream before–she was the most composed person they knew, and plus, nothing had ever gone wrong like this. They didn't see it at first, but as the distant figure made its way towards them… As it neared them they became more and more horrified. Bernadette was breathing hardly, as if the figure was taking her life away. Arli was frozen in place, as scared as heck, or daring to move. Lily was checking on both of them, not knowing what to do. The creature sure had red eyes and a faint glow. Bernadette suddenly let out a high pitched scream and fell to the ground. The creature must have dark powers. Very dark powers.

Part 2

547 words!

Name: Carole LePrevost
Age: 13
Species: Human (maybe?)

(217 words) Personality and Traits: Carole is a very adventurous character. She likes to explore nearby areas around her house and loves to read. Although she's a very shy person, she has many friends that like her. She can get frustrated at certain times when her peers don't agree on one thing. She's a very trustworthy person, and makes lots of jokes. People may call her a nerd, but if you were her friend you would know she's not! She's smart, but not very. She spends more time focusing on adventures and new experiences she'll try. She has black hair that's always in a ponytail (she says that she hates long hair and hair being in her face). She has glasses, and is usually wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. If not, she's wearing a short sleeved shirt with a print saying, “NY” on it that's gray. Carole never gives up jeans (especially ripped ones). Her clothing practically makes up her personality. This helps her friends recognize her, though she's dressed up in mom clothing, she's easy to see because she's as short as heck. She also never has her nails painted. She says the paint feels like there's pressure building up on it. If you wear nail polish near her, she respects it, though she thinks it sorta cringe.

(203 words) Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Carole wants her family to be happy. There's lots of chaos in her house, and fighting. To get out of it she goes to explore. She wants her parents to stay together and for her brothers to get what they need. Her hopes are that her life will be better in the future and that the world will have everything her family needs. She hopes that her family makes a bigger income for everyone to be happy, and to have everything they want and deserve. Her strengths is that she can explore anywhere she wants to. She's brave and stands up for other people, even if she may get involved in the drama. Another one of her strengths is that she has many friendships. Even though you may have met her just today, she'll make you feel like you have been friends for a very long time. People love being around her because she's very friendly and is very goofy. Though she could get frustrated easily she has the strength to swipe the bad vibes away and put in new good vibes. She's considered a “Great Friend” as her peers say. I would sure want to be her friend.

(192 words) Dislikes and fears: Carole dislikes non-trustworthy people. Lying is a bad part of her system. She also dislikes high heels. High heels are pointy shoes with high heels. She says it hurts your feet and it makes it VERY uncomfortable. Her fear is that her parents separate and that nobody in her family sticks together. She hopes that everyone will be happy and live in a perfect world. Sadly, perfect worlds don't exist in reality. Carole also fears that she won't have any friends at school, and hopes that her peers will agree on one single thing. One of her other fears is clowns. Why are clowns needed on this planet? They simply serve no purpose. they just dress up in stupid suits then prance around like these big ol' guys. They have a weird hairdo. They have curly hair and a shave in the middle of their heads. They're not needed, in Carole's opinion. Her other fear is being grounded. This takes away her exploring time. She can't get out of the chaotic house to get fresh air. Her room is also pretty drab, it makes pretty much a prison cell.



Part 3

403 words!

This story takes place at Brolyn Hills. Brolyn Hills is a small town in Iowa. There's lots of green trees, and bushes. Overall it's a pretty green place. Brolyn Hills has a neighborhood called Anthem Hills. This neighborhood is where my main character lives, Carole. Anthem has lots of green area, and lots of parks.This area give my character a lot of space to explore. Brolyn Hills is a quiet area and is sort-of like a ghost town. There is a population of about 900 and the town only has about 20 diners. There are supermarkets and casinos. In Anthem Hills there are town homes and less full homes. There are apartments on top of targets and such. When you walk around it's a very clean area. There is no gum on the sidewalk or more. The bushes are cut nicely. This town is very prim and proper and apparently has lots of money to spend. Since the grass if flourishing you can play all you want to! It's nice feeling, laying down in the grass. Though Brolyn may seem like a perfect place, it isn't. There's lots of violence there, and there's lots of kidnapping. There are lots of alleys where the criminals lurk. The town has lots of attractions such as the famous flashlight statue made by Clem! Lots of famous artist's work is framed in the Brolyn Art Museum. Alyelle's famous “Dealing with a Demon” painting is framed there. That's why the criminals lurk there. There are lots of valuables hidden in Brolyn, or for display. This let's criminals steal these paintings and sell them for millions of dollars. Otherwise, Brolyn has lots of country activities. Such as, riding horses, farms, and lots of country style diners. The casinos are usually deserted. Nobody ever uses them to gamble, they go to other states, such as Nevada, Las Vegas, where lots of Casinos are found. There are lots of popular events there such as the Chili Cookout, where everyone shares their recipes. Overall, it's a happy place, a little violent, and a very adventurous place to live. There's lots of amusement and family events and lots of fun. Who wouldn't want to live in a place where you can walk to a amusement park? There's always a short distance to walk to a supermarket or anything from any apartment, condo, town house, or house to walk! I would reccomend living there.



Part 4

263 words!

It was a quiet day in Brolyn Hills, as always. This wasn't helping. Something made Brolyn feel MORE quieter. There was the no usually yelling in downtown, or the occasional chatter around. Carole was already awaken, as always. “Right on schedule.” she thought. She had to get to school. When she walked outside, something felt… off. This wasn't right, there was usually the chatter of students surrounding and the yells of somebody forgetting to do a test. She pushed the High School's doors open anyways. There was a robot standing right there in front of her face when she opened the doors. “Gah!” she exclaimed. “Who- I mean what are you?” “I'm animatronic. Please go inside.” the weird robot thingy said in a robotish voice. “Um, sorry animatronic? You're supposed to be here?” she pushed pass the animatronic and went on to homeroom. “That stupid robot thing” she thought. Another animatronic appeared. “We can read minds. We are not stupid.” “The heck! Personal space here.” Carole flicked at the animatronic and carried on, again hoping another one didn't appear. Suddenly, a fire alarm went off. When the fire alarm went off, water sprayed everywhere. The animatronics were malfunctioning. What was this? Carole tried to exit the school. “Not on my watch missy.” Miss Ani-Tron exclaimed. “You're staying here, for all eternity, mwahahahaha.” “That's a stupid evil laugh when you sound like a robot.” Carole replied. “I'm going to leave, now.” “OH NO YOU AREN'T MISSY. GET BACK HERE!” The robot yelled. Carole ran and remembered her secret ways to escape school. The vents.



Part 5
(Character: Firestarforreal
Hook: Galaxy_Awesome
Setting: BiaShun)

1046 words

It's been a long day, and Aleysa flops onto her bed, falling asleep seconds before their head even hits the pillow. Her soft snores fill the air, oh so oblivious of the danger they are in.
Then, she wake up.
Immediately, something becomes clear to her. There's something wrong. As their vision focuses, she wakes up to find herself trapped in a plain, bare room, wrists and ankles chained to the wall. There's a blurry figure in front of them, sitting down in what seems to be an elegant, metal throne. The figure looks up, and Aleysa finally sees them clearly. Her captor (for that's who they assume they are) is a humanoid mess of void and shadows, with glowing slits for eyes.

The Captor smiles widely, dozens of teeth revealing themselves. “I see you're awake,” they say. “Let's get you to work, shall we?”
A sinking realisation dawns on Aleysa. She’s about to become a slave.

It was a quiet day. In Haneul Village, a Korean neighborhood. Aleysa's family had lived there their whole lives. It was ahappy little place, it was practically perfect. There was a small little imperfection. There was a small house that was rickety and abandoned. Old folks were SURE it was haunted, but middle aged townspeople called the story of the haunted house was a “ridiculous shenanigan”.

Aleysa sat down on her bed, as tired as heck. She was tired and wanted to go to bed, but she knew there was more work to do. She still had to clean the dishes, sweep the floors, get her clothes ready for school, and more. Life was tough, she had to do about twenty chores a day, this effected her learning. She couldn't go to school because of chores and because her parent's couldn't afford it. She knew how to read and write, but she didn't know how to count farther than thirty. She got up and finished her chores. By the time she finished she had about 5 hours to sleep.

She fell asleep, within 5 seconds. Her parents already asleep in the next room, were snoring. She put her covers over her and as soon as she hit her pillow, she fell asleep. That night several men came into her room and carried her out. Of course, she was tired so she hadn't even felt it. Her parents came with her, and their house was left abandoned.

The next day she awoke in a small run down house. She recognized the outside, and realized she was in the haunted house. Her hairs on her neck sprung up and she screamed. A man walked toward her. “I see you're awake. It's time to get to work.” She didn't realize what she was doing in the first place, but later her mother told her she was now a slave.

Aleysa looked around and saw people chained up to walls. “ALRIGHT SLAVES! TIME TO GET TO WORK.” the captor screamed. The slaves stood up and got to work. This was a normal thing to them. Aleysa still sat down. “STAND UP” the captor screamed. “I refuse to.” Aleysa said. *WHIP* The captor whipped her with his whip. “WE RESPECT THE CAPTOR HERE.” he said. “NOW STAND UP” “No. You aren't my mother.” she replied calmly. “She was soon chained up to the wall where all the slaves that disrespected the captor were put.

”NOW STAY HERE.“ ”Let my daughter go.“ her mother said. ”NO! DO YOU WANT TO BE CHAINED TO THE WALL?“ ”You may chain me.“ ”ALRIGHT I WILL THEN!“ ”I will join her.“ Aleysa's father said.”ALRIGHT A WHOLE FAMILY!“ The captor chained them. ”Will anything happen to you guys?“ Aleysa asked. ”We hope not, but if we do die, we'll die as a family.“ her father replied.

Aleysa was not moving, numb as she was chained to the wall. The captor unchained them. ”NOW GO TO THE END OF THE ROOM.“ ”Where are we going?“ Aleysa said. ”I don't know honey.“ her mom whispered. ”NO TALKING“ the captor said. ”HOW RUDE NOW GO TO THE END OF THE ROOM.“ They walked over to the end of the room.

The captor lead them to a chamber. ”STAY HERE.“ Aleysa motioned to her parents that there was a open door while the captor went to get something. They snuck out the door and dashed out of the camp. Why would they do this to her? They were luckily still in the town and the chamber was hidden all the way back in the forest. Aleysa was running out and saw people digging. What were they digging. She later found out that they were digging their own graves.

This scared Aleysa, she wanted to run away and never come back to town. And that's exactly what her family did.

They ended up in a different town, traumatized of what they had seen back in their family hometown. They had lived there for centuries. How have they haven't known about this? The old folks story was wrong, though there was something up with the old rickety house. The middle aged folks were scared after they heard about what happened. The old folks told them, ”Told you there was something up with that house." The town was left abandoned, though there is still something up with the old house to this day. The town has now become a ghost town, and no one visits it anymore.

However this story was placed 3 years ago and Aleysa and her family are okay now. There are still bruises and scratches on their body due to the slave. The town has been researched and the men who were taking care of the slaves were truly ghosts that looked as solids. They were sucked into a spirit box and now not touched. The box is put in a lab today, and if someone breaks the box, the ghosts will come out. These ghosts caused the slaves because that's how it was back in their day, now these days it's illegal. They were also put under arrest back in their day. They were ruthless criminals. They also ended up lynching many other slaves too, this was still legal, now that the law was made, everything is under peace.

Or maybe not.

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Weekly #2
TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 2443
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Weekly Part 1 Transcript: (Thread here!)
Wordcount - Me: 316 words Shizuka - 331 words

Me: Clover rubbed her forehead, attempting to sooth the throbbing pain. The last thing she remembered was hitting her head. Her surroundings were dark, like she was trapped somewhere. She felt the wall- it was cold and hard, probably stone. As she took a look at the whole cave, she noticed a crack of light. She crouched down and peered through it. There was a forest! And a great big boulder in front of it.

Shizuka: As soon as she saw the huge boulder in front of her, she ran towards it but winced at the huge wave of pain coming from her right shin. She frowned at this and grumbled about being such a pathetic and weak person. Because of this, she slowly walked towards the small and faint source of light. When she reached it, she felt like there could be hope of escaping from this cave!

Me: She tested the boulder, just deciding to push it. It didn't budge. She sighed, hoping that would have worked. The cave itself she was in was quite tiny, so she ended up running her hands against the walls to see if there was any easy to push out stones. Maybe there was an exit after all. There was a smaller boulder at the opposite end of the cave that could be the best suitable for pushing, but when she tried to push it, it felt reinforced at the back.

Shizuka: Knowing this, she groaned in frustration. Clover couldn’t get out, she was stuck inside. If only she hadn’t run away. Oh the misery curiosity leads you to at times. She closed her eyes and tried really hard thinking of an idea on how she can get out of this tiny, cramped cave. Clover sat on the floor, her back against the wall, head in her hands. While slumping against the There was no way out of this cave, but when she said that, an idea clicked up in her mind. A part of her favourite show suddenly clicked in her mind. It said that if you throw something, or if you even knock at it, and if the sound seems like it’s hollow, then there’s nothing in that area!

Me: Clover went on her hands and knees in search of pebbles, which she found almost instantly, as she was in a forest after all. She started wildly throwing them at all sides, and was about to give up hope as she heard them hit sold when suddenly, one made an echoing noise.

Shizuka: She turned back at the wall with her eyes wide open. To be sure she heard it right, Clover quickly picked up another pebble and threw it at the wall. The wall made a nice echoing sound. When Clover heard this sound, she was elated! She knew that at least there was a way out! After that, she mustered up all her strength into her right arm and punched the hollow wall. To her surprise, the wall actually broke, not all the way though. She continued punching the wall, even though she knew it would harm her a great deal after but, Clover didn’t care. The only thing on her mind was to get out of the cave and get back to her family without any worries on her mind.

Me: She switched fists, as her right one was getting very hurt, and finally broke through the rock! Sunlight shined through, giving her a surge in hope. She tried to make herself as thin as possible and wriggled her way through. Eventually she reached her feet, and lay there for a moment on the grass, panting, taking a slight break from what she had just accomplished. The trees above her were a large canopy of leaves, still letting sunlight through. She knew she would have to escape the forest, but for a minute, it was nice to just breath in relaxation.



Weekly Part 2: 515 words

Name: Tessa Berksen
Age: 14
Species: Human

Personality and Traits (202 words): Tessa is quite closed off. She prefers alone time, but is still social. She’s very open minded, and likes to speak her opinion. She doesn’t like to hurt people’s feelings. She always wants both sides of the story before making a decision. Tessa likes helping people. She’s cranky when she wants to be and sometimes has big mood swings. She always bites her lip when mad, to control her anger. In group activities, she’s usually nervous, and tends to stick with the people that she knows. In that way, she’s very gullible to her own friends. They could easily manipulate her trust. She tends to not get excited about many things, and is rather nervous instead. Caution is always her friend. In a situation, she’s the one to go second, or pack the medical supplies, or organize the plan. She comes off as weak and quiet, but still is independent and holds her own beliefs. She can go into a panic sometimes in impossible situations, as well as biting her lip, she moves around her hands constantly. She tries her hardest to be worthy and desirable, and still has doubts if she lets someone down or not.

Wants, Hopes, and Desires (202 words): Tessa doesn’t have many life goals. For the most part, she just wants to live her own life happily. She desires a comfort animal, a drawing ipad, and a nice fluffy pillow. She likes fashion, but not enough that she goes shopping every other week at the mall. Her style is plain, and she wants to not stick out- she doesn’t like getting put in the spotlight. Her wants, hopes, and desires are reflective and similar to her personality and traits. For her, it’s satisfying to see her hard work pay off, or see a clean room, a color coded bookshelf, and more. She hopes for a small circle of close friends that she can trust with her life, and doesn’t want popularity at all. She’s a quick worker, and because of this, enjoys most jobs that other people would classify as boring (cleaning, sorting, academics). To wind down, she likes to do mindless things like games, or listening to audiobooks, or tv. It’s almost as if it’s her goal to remain as uninteresting as possible for other people, and she would be okay with that. (Still trying to keep this pretty loose for different stories!)

Dislikes and fears (104 words): (I’ve gone over a lot of these already, so I’ll just do a recap and add a few things!) Tessa dislikes letting people down or making them sad, made, uncomfortable, etc. She doesn’t like being in the limelight at all. She’s not so much afraid of a lot of things as she is just being a caution nut. She dislikes not knowing what’s in her food, and where things come from because of her cautious side. She hates loud things, gross things, anyone or anything that makes her uncomfortable- for being shy, she still expects to be respected well.




Weekly Part 3: Setting (419 words):
The story takes place in a hot springs resort near a volcano, high up in Costa Rica. It’s located on the more tourist based side, not the move poverty one. There’s not much surrounding it, just lots and lots of plants, trees, flowers, and a beautiful view. The resort is called: Pura Vida Resort & Spa. They appear to be a normal hotel, but there are hidden secrets. The setting contains magical flowers. What do they do? Who knows? (now more detail) Most of the resort buildings that hold the rooms are two story buildings with grand windows facing the volcano. They are colored light beige, and have red curvy ceramic tiled roofs. The resort is very elevated, so high above the rainforest trees. The owner of the resort is a botanist, and he’s the one who knows the secrets of the flowers. The flowers themselves are many bright and bustling colors, from vibrant oranges to soft purple hues. Some are just common roses and lilies, others are pipe shaped. There is an odd helicopter landing pad near one of the resort houses. Most of the resort houses are in clumps of 3 to 5. There’s a large building for the receptionist, and it’s got a restaurant attached to it. Not too far from the main building is an area with a bar, a pool, and the hot springs area. The hot springs area is almost like a waterfall, every new level has a new hot spring pool. The pools are shiny polished gray mixed stone. With all of the wild live around, there’s a small clearing with a fountain, a bench and a few pergolas, vines creeping up their sides. The small dedicated clearing is home to the most wildlife on the resort, and each flower is arranged by color. It holds every single flower on the resort area there, including the mysterious ones that have been cross bred by the resort owner. A path made all out of cobblestone connects these monuments together, and there are wooden posts with signs that give directions. The whole pathway is loaded with caution signs that say: “Careful! Don’t touch the plants!” There’s even a waver in the hotel you have to sign based on the plants. The whole resort area gets a lot of sunlight, which just makes the whole area light up with a world of green. Animals native to Costa Rica can sometimes even be seen from the resort, because of its height.




Weekly Part 4: Premise (174 words):
Your character meets someone who is their polar opposite in every way. Likes, dislikes, interests, preferences, it’s all there. There’s even… something off about how opposite you two are. Like they could be unnatural. Maybe you could be unnatural! Your character and your character’s opposite are forced into many situations with each other, and along the way, start to notice some similarities. Just as you’re getting closer, and becoming better friends, you find out they’ve been holding something back from you. Something huge, a very deep, hidden, dark secret. Have they been hiding the key to why you two are so opposite? Did they manipulate you in a way? Are they secretly planning word domination? It’s all your choice! Was it a betrayal by choice, or did the opposite get forced into this? Does the character receive the wrong message when this happened, and how does this affect their relationship, short and long term? (yes, I am cramming questions for the word count, but they’re also suggestions haha)




Weekly Part 5: Story! (1019 words):
Rai is non-binary, and uses they/them pronouns. Please keep this in mind while reading. Enjoy!

Amazing Story Concepts I'm Using:
Character - @Luna-Lovegood-LOL
Setting - @waterlily7859
Premise - @gh0stwriter



Rai sat in the lower class of the cruise, waiting for the lottery tickets. They already knew all the places of everyone else in the lower decks, and decided to switch places with whoever won and got to go to the upper class. Unless, of course, they won it themselves. It was risky. Very risky. And a risk that Rai would take. It had become one of their goals. And once they had a goal, there was nothing stopping them.

Rai spent another hour packing up their dirty room, which was filled with a filthy mattress, a toilet that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned, ever, and a desk and chair. The walls were gross yellow, and the floors were plain wood. It was half the size of a classroom, but it cost one thousand dollars a week.

Then the budget speakers outside crackled, and listed off the names of the winners. “Mariam Saunter, ticket 511. Arnold Ramphon, ticket 293. Daryll Crevua, ticket 1026. Congratulations on being promoted to upper class.”

Rai smirked, hearing Arnold Ramphon yell in delight from twelve doors down. They quickly dashed to Arnold’s door, and waited outside, a dr*gged cloth in one hand, pepper spray in the other.

As soon as Arnold opened the door, Rai sprayed the pepper spray into his eyes, and put the cloth over his mouth.

Four minutes later, Arnold was unconcious.

Rai shoved Arnold into their room, and collected the lottery ticket from his hand. Then, Rai moved up to the main deck and was met by two guards.

“What are you doing here?” one of them asked.

Rai held up the lottery ticket, and the guards let them pass.

Rai continued to travel to where they had purchased the ticket, and turned it in. They were granted a room key to room 89. This society is so twisted that they’ll let in someone who doesn’t even look remotely like who won, Rai thought, plopping down on the big comfy bed.

They sat on the couch, watching tv for the rest of the day until something came on the news, a headline.
“EMERGENCY: The world is now experiencing strange phenomenons. Duplicates and variants are forming, and it’s likely that the world is going to hit apocalypse mode.

Rai jumped out of the couch. “What?” They said aloud. For once, Rai was a step behind everything. They let out a long breath to stop their heart from thumping. This was just another thing they would observe. Not a goal they had, not their problem.

It was almost dinner time. Rai threw on some easy to run in clothes, and walked outside.

Outside was chaos. The man who had given the Rai their room key was being attacked by a version of himself, but serpentine.
Martini glasses lay shattered on the ground. The entire cruise was a wreckage. After barely five seconds of looking, Rai shut the door back and turned around.

Their blood turned to ice as they were met face to face with themselves. An exact copy, but they looked like they came from a 70’s rainbow store.

“Who are you?” Rai asked.

“I’m Rai,” the stranger responded.

“I’m Rai,” Rai countered.

“Are you mocking me?” 70’s Rai asked, eyes narrowing.

“No! My name is also Rai,” Rai said. “How did you come here? The door was shut.”

“I… just stated existing,” 70’s Rai said.

“How so?” Rai asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you like kicking snotty rich buisnessmen’s worker butt?” Rai asked. “Please tell me you took advanced karate.”

From their expression, something sparked in 70’s Rai’s mind, like Rai had recalled and unlocked a hidden memory.

“I do now,” 70’s Rai said, with a smirk that Rai shivered to, because, it looked identical to Rai’s smirk.

“Alright, first we need to get you out of this hideous tie dye outfit,” Rai said. Their variant wore odd star shaped sunglasses, a loose rainbow tie dye t-shirt, and a pair of jeans.

“No!” 70’s Rai said. “I want to keep this.”

Cripes. Rai thought in their head. “Whatever, let’s just go.”

They burst into the battlefield that was the cruise ship. Since Rai had already memorized names and faces, this was going to be a piece of cake to destroy the variants,

70’s Rai, on the other hand, hadn’t been sent those memories yet, apparently.

“Rai! Remember the faces!” Rai yelled as 70’s Rai almost started to attack the captain of the ship.

“Sorry!” 70’s Rai yelled back.

Rai jumped into the present. A rabid Arnold who had jaws like a dog burst at them. Rai slipped to the side, trying to maintain a impassive face. But really, their heart was hammering. And they hated that feeling.

Even though it was stupid hatred, really, they propelled off of that, spraying Rabid Arnold with the pepper spray once more.

Rabid Arnold groaned in pain, and Rai shoved him off the edge of the boat, shivering as he splashed under the ship (this takes place at the front end of the cruise ship).

They didn’t have much time to have remorse though, because another variant came from behind, nearly pushing them off the edge.

Slippery and quick, Rai slid under them. It was one of the passenger’s variants. This made sense, as they could hear the screams of innocent bystanders in the background.

Rai delivered a lightning kick to the variant, and sent it tumbling down with Rabid Arnold.

Then they ran to the upper deck, looking at the fights below. Surprisingly, it looked like a lot of the workers could hold their own.

What was causing this? Rai wondered, one of the only moments where Rai got time to wonder. They pondered if they should add ‘End World Domination’ to their list of to-do.

It was almost ironic, as this was supposed to be Rai’s vacation, and yet, now they were still working.

This was a problem that could be solved. But Rai preferred shadows.

They jumped back into the chaos. This was the problem of a world, and Rai would only finish off the part that affected them.

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By the way, #Non-fictionftw

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I bet everyone is wondering about the topics of the weekly and the best way to finish them. And then there's me who spent a good five minutes thinking whether “John Doe” = “Jon Snow” lmao

16th i think <3


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17th!!!

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I'm totally not procrastinating on this, definitely not
Due on the 16th of March
Link to weekly: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=1#post-6104069
Part 1
Partner: @mossflower29
@mossflower29: I raced down the path, daring a single glance behind me. It was still behind me, its frigid breath close enough to cool my sweating back. Scanning the road ahead, I took the left fork, heading towards the forest.

me:I was really picking up my pace now. Running for my life. That was strange, because walking home yesterday was just perfectly fine. School, homework, snack, reading. All in it's perfect order, right in it's slot. But today- today nothing else mattered. I just couldn't fall into these hands. The same hands of those rumored in those seemingly harmless bedtime stories…

@mossflower29: the same hands that my parents warned me each day to stay away from. I was jerked back into my current situation when I tripped over a branch, momentarily stumbling, losing a stack of books from my backpack, somehow getting my feet back under myself, standing back up. There was no time to mourn the loss of those books now–even as I heard the unmistakable sound of the monster's hind legs crushing their pages. My legs were tiring quickly, and I needed to come up with some other plan. Fast.

me: Perhaps to hide? Hoping for the best, I dashed next to a bush, and crouched down low, letting the thick branches of the bush engulf me. I had just lost it. With a jolt, I glanced down to see a fresh wound seeping with blood. The bush was one of roses, and know I was tangled in its branches. Who knew such a sweet smelling bush could be so vicious with it's thorns?

@mossflower29: But it was too late to get out now. I could only crouch there, trembling, hoping the rumors weren't true. Part of the story was always the claim that the monster could sense your bl00d. As I stared down at the red blooming across my already sweat-soaked shirt, I gulped. I could hear the beast now, the huff of its breath, the quiet footsteps, the crackle as the pine needles and twigs froze beneath its step. I clumsily rubbed my shirt against my side, trying to get the metallic stench off of me.

me:Crouching low, I took deep breaths in and out as I hid, hoping the beast would not notice my shadow. Still exhausted from the chase, I began to pant, my long flannels caught in the thorns of the rosebush. Trying to pull my pant leg away, it ripped- and loud. To top that off, my sneaker accidently crunched on a twig. Blood roaring in my ears, I braced myself for the sharp claws of the beast. There was no way I would escape now.

@mossflower29: It was getting closer now, its wide nostrils lowered to the forest floor, snuffling closer and closer to me. Lifting up its nose, it let out a long bellow, the mournful noise echoing throughout the trees. I winced. If the creature had any friends nearby, they would surely have awakened at the sound of its cry. With a gulp, I cowered deeper into the bush, ignoring when the thorns press even deeper into my side. I put my head in my hands, hot tears dripping down my face. It was the strangest thought, but the image of my math class going on without me, my empty seat ignored, only made me cry harder.

me: Scared, I crouched low in the bushes, sweat beading on my forehead. It wasn't going to attack me, was it? Blood roared in my ears as the monster approached me. His eyes were filled with hatred. What had I ever done to him? He shuffled closer, as my eyes widened. The monster's appearance resembled my long lost brother's, the one who I had.. I squeezed my eyes shut. The one that I had carelessly let go of in the middle of the road, the one who I watched as he got ran over. I shivered at the thought. Was… he back for revenge? I should have never let go of his hand.. Now I was going to d!e, I just knew it…

Character
Name: Trixie
Age: 14
Species: Fairy
Personality and Traits(200 words minimum)
(229 words)

Trixie is a sassy fairy godmother in-training. Trendy and chic, Trixie is fun-loving and always up for partying till midnight. You would never believe though, that Trixie has a serious,quiet side that will do anything for those she cares about. Trixie is a two-faced Gemini, and quite the social butterfly! She can easily make friends, and if you start her off, she can talk, or text for hours. Trixie is amazingly adaptable, and is resourceful and witty. She does not understand why people should take their time, or do their work before the due date because she finds that she works better faster, and under pressure. Trixie can be helpful if she wants, and a hindrance if needed. She pushes people to do their very best, and she pushes herself as well. As a 14 year old, she is expected to be quite the role model for the younger fairies, and you could say she is. She is also clever and sly as a fox when she needs to, and this definitely comes in handy during her missions.
Trixie is kind to others despite this. Being the next heir of the fairy kingdom, Trixie lives a life of riches yet she still understands the life of others not like her. Trixie is accepting once she gets to know you, and that's what many like about her the most.

Wants,Hopes, and Strengths(200 words minimum)
(213 words)
Trixie wants a stable future, and to be someone renowned and remembered for her feats She loves all sweets and spicy food. She absolutely adores cotton candy, and ice cream, and cotton candy ice cream rules! Trixie loves shopping sprees and pixie, or short haircuts. Her favorite color is a soft pink, as that reminds her of tulle skirts. She loves to dance. Trixie loves nothing more than adorable lion cubs, her spirit animal being a fiery lion. As a Gemini, Trixie can easily make friends, and is very attractive. She is accepting and bold, and very confident. She most of all isn't afraid of what others think about her, as long she herself is happy. Trixie is very good at baking and crafting overall, as she has that creative touch. At birth, she was gifted with a green touch so she can make the most infertile lands grow food. She is also charitable and loves helping others, and being motherly to others. Trixie is very good at decorating as well, and is very good at school. She does well with numbers, and science. She is simple yet stylish in her own way. Trixie has a steady hand and therefore is better at shading then drawing, but she does well mostly at art.

Dislikes and Fears(100 Words minimum)
(103 words)
Trixie absolutely hates rainy days. Bold red definitely is not her color, and words are not her thing. She does maintain friends well, and is hot-headed and easily gets into fights. Trixie does not like to be embarrassed, and above all, she hates neons. She is not a cat person, and hates being solitary or alone. She hates reading books as the imagination strangely does not come to her mind easily. Trixie hates all animals of the clouds, and rainbows make her dizzy. She hates long hair as it always gets into her face, and tests or auditions never go well for her.

Setting(400 words minimum)
(531 words)
The gateways to heaven is also called Eclipse, or the land of the fairies. Set right below the heavens, this is the home of the guardian fairies when they are not at work as fairy godmothers.
Eclipse is organized into the uptown and downtown. Uptown is for housing, while downtown is for shopping, supplies, and public fairy services.
Eclipse's housing is organized in a main circle. The innermost layer is the home to the royal palace, or the magnificent residance of her highness and her husband. Surrounding this is the wealthiest commoner layer, and as the layers move farther and farther out, economical status slowly goes down.
Eclipse's downtown is cluttered with shops of all kinds. Some fairy service buildings include the fairy mail, the fairy library, and the fairy court. The fairy malls are especially popular with young fairy godmothers. Clothing stores are more to the east of downtown Eclipse, while food stores are more towards the west of downtown Eclipse. Fairies shop for food essentials at fairy markets, where the finest and freshest of foods are brought from far lands. Occasionally, spirits from heaven will bring costly items from heaven to sell. Children are often found selling fairy cakes, and if a bit older, a human delicacy of lemonade.
Eclipse, while city like in appearance, is lush with plants and animals. You won't find a single corner of Eclipse without a bush or shrub growing there, or perhaps even a money tree. But if there is ever such a corner, residents get together to plant seedlings in these corners to keep the city thriving.
Animals, even those of wild descent, roam the streets freely. You might spot a peacock or a lion on your visit- who knows? These animals are often friendly, especially with those who can calm them down and understand them.
Eclipse is home to the freshest, and purest, water of all lands. Cold and billowing, children are made to drink from the great river of Hercules on their fifth birthday to gain a gift of their own. Gifts are like the identities of the citizens, to this day, no two fairy godmothers have recieved the same gifts.
The kingdom of Eclipse has the most magnificent architecture of the heavens, earth, and the underworld. Renowned for the prized homes made of cloudstone, there is no place that can build like Eclipse.
The teaching of posh arts of fairy godmothers happens in Eclipsia, an exclusive school for all fairy girls. With large grounds and prized educational feats, Eclipsia is open to every girl of Eclipse that is of fairy descent and is of age to become a fairy godmother. With Cinderella's success, Eclipsia became big on its teaching to young girls, hoping that many will become like Cinderella's godmother.
In the heart of Eclipse runs the path to Heaven, a treacherous path with remarkable physical, and mental feats that spirits from Earth must pass to reach Heaven. Physical feats being those obstacles of extreme physical agility, mental feats mainly being the objects of persuasion. Once crossed, spirits that pass will be stopped, or let in, based on the decision of the wise threesome of the kingdom of Eclipse.

Premise(150 words minimum)
(194 words)
Your character will be one of great feats, one of great background. Coming from an influentual family, your character will be very powerful, and nobody would be ever get in their way. Being arrogant, your character will meet a new neighbor one day, and after arriving at school, he or she will begin to grow jealous. For, even with all the riches did his or her parents care for her? Their neighbor might not be rich, but they were loved for who they were, and this enrages your character. They go out of their way to mess up the other character's life. They make the person the object of the jokes, trip them in the middle of the cafeteria, and shame them for their clothes and their appearance. But one day, the other character seems to have had enough. They do something your character has never experienced: confront them. With confronting, your character frantically explains their situation. The other character invites your character for dinner, and with the kind treatment of the family, your character is even more ashamed of their actions.
Eventually, the hostile intent of your character disappears as they become friends.

Putting it all together( 1,000 words minimum)
Premise by @booklover883322
(https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6120359/ )
Setting by @KitVMH
( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=77#post-6121249 )

Name: Alesya Katlyn Byrd
Age: 24 years
Species: Human
Personality and Traits: At least 200 words (206 words)
Alesya, called Lesya for short, is a natural leader. She likes giving out tasks and overseeing the group as they do what they need to do. Lesya is naturally kind and caring, too, and embraces everyone. Even those who are shunned by society because of the unrealistic standards held to everyone, Lesya embraces them. She already knows what it’s like to be shunned, since she no longer abides with society’s rules. However, Lesya is sometimes very blunt and to the point. She does not make small talk, or rarely does. Lesya also prefers working by herself, since teams often do not like her straight to the point attitude or “bossiness”, which she thinks is just great leadership. The truth is, she is not a bad leader, but she is not as great as she thinks she is. Sometimes the work she gives out is overwhelming or misjudged. She is an extroverted introvert who is fine with social interaction but “recharges” by working or being alone. Lesya also has ADHD and can’t focus on one thing for very long. She is fine with being called both Lesya and Alesya, although Alesya is her more workplace or school name, and Lesya is more for personal friends or relatives.
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: At least 200 words (237 words).
Her strength is the power in “I don’t care.” She knows that she can ignore what others think and just go ahead. For example, she doesn’t care what she wears and puts on whatever fits. So what if it’s ugly. Whoever says it’s ugly? Other people. And she doesn’t care about that. Even her own standards of ugliness are molded into her by society. Ugh. Ignorance of society’s opinion of her is probably her greatest strength. Lesya hopes that one day what she thinks will be okay, and people can stop judging her for doing whatever she wants. She also hopes that people with all disabilities, ethnicities, sexualities, and preferences can be accepted. Lesya really wants to change the world, although she knows she might never do it. Society is doomed, but she wants to change that. Lesya’s other strengths are that she is very intelligent, (that makes her kind of a good leader, see personality and traits) and can calculate things very quickly in her head. Another one of Lesya’s strengths is that she is also very strong and fast at running, which is a skill she has learned over the years, and so she’ll be good in a zombie apocalypse or disaster (but not in everyday life). Lesya plays on the soccer team and is a medium player who wants to be team leader but never gets chosen because of her popularity. (Or lack thereof).
Dislikes and Fears: At least 100 words (134 words)
Lesya dislikes people who are dishonest liars. She believes in the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (LOL courtroom reference). She thinks there should be no lies and everyone should just tell the truth. This would make all of society function better. Additionally, Lesya REALLY hates judgemental people. She believes it’s very rude to judge someone on their appearance or opinions. She also has strong beliefs that, if contradicted, will make the contradictor a hated person to her. Lesya is scared of fire, because her house burned down once when she was little. She had to move to a different district that had cheaper houses and meaner kids, and she attributes most of her problems to the fire, so she is always careful around fires and dislikes camping/fireplaces because of that.