Part Four - Premise

Your main character sits down on their chair, and starts to work. Their mind is not on their work, however, and before long they drift off into dreamland. The dream is short and terrible, and in it the character faces something. The character’s clouded and fuzzy brain recalls close to nothing when they wake up, but close to nothing is not the same as nothing. They remember a feeling of terror, and wakes up sweating and screaming. They also remember a voice- a familiar sounding voice. The voice of their master, they supposed. The master had commanded them to find a golden globe, whatever that was supposed to mean. But they know one thing above all else. They must listen to their master, and if they don't, terrible things will happen. Your character puzzles over their master’s words for a while, then a certain event makes them have a realisation. Your story shall follow the adventures of your characters as he follows his master’s bidding and looks for the golden globe.

Weekly #2

Part 1: collaborative story

Part 1: (partner: booklover883322)
Bookie: 438
Slithering shadows slid over my limbs, pinning me down. “Ahh… glad to have you here.” Said a voice, snakelike with a hint of gravel. …family! You promised, dude!” “And what would the job be? I want them back! You keep on giving me more tasks when the deadline that YOU set keeps getting closer.” The shadows slowly released me, and followed their master. What was I supposed to do now? Of course, the city kind of creepy was nothing compared to that dude's type of creepy. He was a whole new type of evil. I, however, didn't belong to either side. I glanced around me and ducked into a little stone maintenance door in the side of the hill. Of course, I could totally stay in my family's old home, but that would give a whole new set of problems. Not to mention I glanced around me again. I didn't see any notes, but no matter how vigilant I was, he or one of his crones were always able to slip past me. I sighed as I ate. It was absolutely disgusting, but beggars cant be choosers. But of course, my luck could just fully deteriorate and leave me surrounded by a whole pack. My luck's like that. Day broke, but of course, being underground, I didn't get the memo. I sat up and yawned, thinking that I had woken up way too early. I decided to go check outside. When I stepped out, the sun overhead was bright and powerful. Shoot, it was probably noon, or even a little after. I went outside fully and closed the door. Pinned on the door, there was a note. “Hey there, lazy I scoffed. If it weren't for my family, I would've found that key and thrown it off a bridge. I looked around me. Hopefully the library hadn't walked off, because I needed to get there as soon as possible. I looked around. Where in the world could that map be? Where in the world could it be? Finally, I chanced on a sign that said, ”Maps“. Nothing. I decided to go get a librarian, maybe they would have a good idea of where I could find it. She looked at me weird. “Are you alright in the head? We don’t have ‘catacombs’,” she put up air quotes, “in this city.” “Are you alright?” she asked. ”Really?“ I asked. ”Thanks.“ I immediately cooled down She seemed to go deliberately slow, and it aggravated me. ”This is where we keep our maps that we're not supposed to have.“ She gestured to the room and left me to my own devices.

Ayid: 658
I could feel the cold wind brush against the hair on the back of my exposed neck. Clearly my black hoodie wasn't doing its job. The voice sent a shiver down my back. I stammered, ”I-I followed all the instructions, now give me back my… The mysterious voice replied, “Not yet…” I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. “After you do this last job for me.” The voice echoed through out the alley. “I can't tell you yet.” The voice had gotten closer. “Come back here tomorrow at noon. There will be another note waiting for you.” The voice now sounded above my shoulder. I turned around, but saw no one. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. A few more days. Then I can see them. I slowly backed out of the alley and steadily walked through the city. How different the city looked in the cover of night. Quiet and kind of creepy. I walked past the tall fancy apartments and buildings and reached a set of train tracks. These train tracks divided the city into two sides, the rich and the poor. I crossed over the tracks and head down a muddy slope. inside, I was sheltered from the cold wind. I sat down on a pile of leaves, wondering how long I have to stay here? I looked around. Not a very impressive home. the fact that me and my family have missing for more than 5 months. I think the neighbors would freak out if I came back all of a sudden. My tummy growled, okay I was getting hungry. I glanced at a pile of cans to my right. Ignoring the fact that it was basically stolen, I grabbed some green beans and ate it with a plastic spoon. Soon after I finished eating, I heard a howl, near by. I shuddered. Wolves. They wandered the city at night, but I never actually saw one, thankfully. My eyes drooped, so I decided to leave all my problems to tomorrow me, and sleep. I lay on the piles of leaves and slept, praying for good happy dreams. Of course that didn't happen. “your last and final task is to gain a valuable item of mine… a key. it can be found in the catacombs under the city you can find a map somewhere in the library? anyway I need the key. when you find it you HAVE to keep it safe. It's really important… I tucked the note in my hoodie and ran to the city. As I climbed up the hill I could see the skyscraper tops. I dodged crowds of tourists and people in my effort to get to the library. I finally found the library, it's been a while since I saw the large brick building. With out any hesitation, I walk in. I strolled through the library for a bit searching for the maps section I walked through the aisle, there were hundreds of maps, I glanced around trying to find anything that had ‘catacombs’ on it. I saw one pushing a cart of books so I went to her. ”Hello.“ She looked at me. ”Do you know where I can find a map of the catacombs?“ I stared at her. Are you kidding me?!?! I was so made I felt like knocking over a shelf ”NO!“ I screamed at her. I'm being very quiet like i'm supposed to be. She blinked at me and sighed, ”Ok look kid, I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but I think there's a map in the back office you can use that for a day alright?“ She nodded. ”You'll have to wait a bit, until I can finish putting these books away.“ She motioned to the cart. I nodded. I tapped my foot as I waited. finally, after what seemed like 150,000 years, she led me to an office in the back of the library.

The whole story: 1098 (with slight edits)
Slithering shadows slid over my limbs, pinning me down. I could feel the cold wind brush against the hair on the back of my exposed neck. Clearly my black hoodie wasn't doing its job.
“Ahh… glad to have you here.” Said a voice, snakelike with a hint of gravel. The voice sent a shiver down my back.
I stammered, ”I-I followed all the instructions, now give me back my family! You promised, dude!”
The mysterious voice replied, “Not yet…”
I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming.
“After you do this last job for me.” The voice echoed throughout the alley.
“And what would the job be? I want them back! You keep on giving me more tasks when the deadline that YOU set keeps getting closer.”
“I can't tell you yet.” The voice had gotten closer. “Come back here tomorrow at noon. There will be another note waiting for you.” The voice now sounded above my shoulder.
I turned my head, but saw no one. The shadows slowly released me, and followed their master. What was I supposed to do now?
I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. A few more days. Then I can see them.

I slowly backed out of the alley and steadily walked through the city. How different the city looked in the cover of night. Quiet and kind of creepy. Of course, the city kind of creepy was nothing compared to that dude's type of creepy. He was a whole new type of evil.
I walked past the tall fancy apartments and buildings and reached a set of train tracks. These train tracks divided the city into two sides, the rich and the poor. I crossed over the tracks and headed down a muddy slope. I, however, didn't belong to either side.
I glanced around me and ducked into a little stone maintenance door on the side of the hill. Inside, I was sheltered from the cold wind. I sat down on a pile of leaves, wondering how long I have to stay here.
I looked around. Not a very impressive home. Of course, I could totally stay in my family's old home, but that would give a whole new set of problems. Not to mention the fact that me and my family have been missing for more than 5 months. I think the neighbors would freak out if I came back all of a sudden.
I glanced around me again. I didn't see any notes, but no matter how vigilant I was, he or one of his crones were always able to slip past me. My tummy growled, okay I was getting hungry. I glanced at a pile of cans to my right. Ignoring the fact that the food was basically stolen, I grabbed some green beans and ate the cold veggies with a plastic spoon. I sighed as I ate.
It was absolutely disgusting, but beggars can't be choosers.
Soon after I finished eating, I heard a howl nearby. I shuddered.
Wolves.
They wandered the city at night, but I never actually saw one, thankfully.
But of course, my luck could just fully deteriorate and leave me surrounded by a whole pack. My luck's like that.
My eyes drooped, so I decided to leave all my problems to tomorrow me, and sleep. I lay on the piles of leaves and slept, praying for good happy dreams. Of course that didn't happen.
Day broke, but of course, being underground, I didn't get the memo.
I sat up and yawned, thinking that I had woken up way too early. I decided to go check outside. When I stepped out, the sun overhead was bright and powerful. Shoot, it was probably noon, or even a little after. I went outside fully and closed the door.
Pinned on the door, there was a note. “Hey there, lazy. Your last and final task is to gain a valuable item of mine… a key. It can be found in the catacombs under the city. You can find a map somewhere in the library. Anyways, I need the key. when you find it you HAVE to keep it safe. It's really important…”
I scoffed. If it weren't for my family, I would've found that key and thrown it off a bridge.
I tucked the note in my hoodie and ran to the city. As I climbed up the hill I could see the skyscraper tops. I dodged crowds of tourists and people in my effort to get to the library. I looked around me. Hopefully the library hadn't walked off, because I needed to get there as soon as possible.
I finally found the library, it's been a while since I saw the large brick building. Without any hesitation, I walked in.
I looked around. Where in the world could that map be? I strolled through the library for a bit, searching for the maps section.
Where in the world could it be?
Finally, I chanced upon a sign that said, ”Maps“. I walked through the aisle, there were hundreds of maps, I glanced around trying to find anything that had ‘catacombs’ on it. Nothing.
I decided to go get a librarian, maybe they would have a good idea of where I could find it.
I saw one pushing a cart of books so I went to her. ”Hello.“
She looked at me.
”Do you know where I can find a map of the catacombs?“
She looked at me weird. “Are you alright in the head? We don’t have ‘catacombs’,” she put up air quotes, “in this city.”
I stared at her. Are you kidding me?!?! I was so made I felt like knocking over a shelf
“Are you alright?” she asked.
”NO!“ I screamed at her. I'm being very quiet like I'm supposed to be.
She blinked at me and sighed, ”Ok look kid, I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but I think there's a map in the back office you can use that for a day alright?“
”Really?“ I asked. ”Thanks.“ I immediately cooled down.
She nodded. ”You'll have to wait a bit, until I can finish putting these books away.“ She motioned to the cart. I nodded. I tapped my foot as I waited. She seemed to go deliberately slow, and it aggravated me.
Finally, after what seemed like 150,000 years, she led me to an office in the back of the library. ”This is where we keep our maps that we're not supposed to have." She gestured to the room and left me to my own devices.

Since we completed the required amount of words, we just ended it there do to time, but we are planning to finish.

Part 2: character

Name: Amalia Cogs
Age: 15
Species: Human

Personality and Traits (210 words): Amalia is a very strong girl, although she is terrible at making friends, due to her not being able to keep secrets, though she does try. She has a kind attitude and tries to be reasonable. She is an aggressive person. Who sorts out all her problems by defending herself and aggressively tries to solve her problems. She stands up for what she thinks is right, though sometimes that can be a weakness. Amalia is a very imaginative person, she is always in her thoughts or in a fantasy where she is the exact opposite of what she really is. When she’s not daydreaming about a different life, she is reading a good book from the library. She’s one of those kids you find reading a book in the middle of class. She is slightly selfish and cares about herself and mostly wants things that will benefit her. She isn’t a good student at school, mostly because she doesn’t believe in herself, her teachers say she has the ability to succeed, but despite what they say she still thinks she’s dumb. She can't really express herself verbally but she does do an excellent job at writing about it. She is overall a kind person who is not very self confident.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths (214): Amalia wants to be someone who can make a difference in the world. Instead hoping to see a change, she wants to be it. She still isn’t exactly sure what change she wants to make but she knows that’s what she wants to do. She is often found imagining what change she can make. She hopes that she can be a little less aggressive and she wishes she had way more friends then she currently does (that amount is zero). Despite wanting more friends, she is very ‘alone’ and enjoys that, it's what makes it so hard for her to make friends. Her wants are not always what she needs. She wants a much more exciting life. She likes the thrill of adventure, like the characters in her books have. She also wants all the discord in her life to go away, she dreams of her life being ‘perfect’ with no flaws, sadly her life isn’t like that. Her only real strength is that she can be very persuasive. This is a valuable skill, according to her. She can also really adapt to changes in the world or her lifestyle due to her wanting it to be changed.

Dislikes and fears (106): She hates anything that has to do with physical activity, she thinks there is no point to it. She always wants things to go her way which isn’t a very good trait. She doesn’t like it when people talk about her behind her back- whether or not it was something like a compliment. She has two greatest fears. She hates small things- they creep her out. Anything small makes her want to run away. She also hates spiders, not the part where some of them are poisonous but the 8 legs thing. The fact they are EVERYWHERE and have way too many legs makes her shiver.

Part 3: setting

Setting (475):

The story takes place in a harsh mountain biome called the Raqazz mountain range (made up name). The range consists of 4 mountains each that have very harsh and cold environments. The mountains are placed in a circular formation. There is really only one safe spot, a city in the middle of the 4 mountains, with warm weather. Each mountain is very tall and blocks out any sunlight the city can get. Each mountain experiences many snow, hail, and thunderstorms, at least daily, there is never really a day where the conditions are perfect. The mountains sort of shelter the only place in the mountain range where it is nearly perfect, the middle, also known as, the city of Raqazz. Here the climate is very livable and nice. Warm in summers and cool in the winter. Though, people in the city don’t get much sunlight. The city is mostly on the small side. Two thirds of the city is filled with houses in smallish neighborhoods. Each house is in neighborhoods but they are very spaced out, 25 feet apart from each other. Lots of play space. The houses lined up in rows of 8. ‘streets’ aren't really there.The people of Raqazz keep track of the locations of places using numbers.The rest is covered in the local schools and stores. At the center of the city lies a city square where many performers and musicians preform. Neatly contained bushes border this area. Many artwork displayed there as well. You can’t find many good views in this small city. The only one that’s really worth it is the lake in the neighborhood. The lake itself doesn’t have a name, but the locals call it Clear Glass lake (very original lol). It’s pretty obvious why they call it that. At least when you see the lake. The water is very clear, you can see through it and underneath, you can see all the fish and plants that grow there. It seems very unnatural. The city is populated by a handful of explores who like to explore the hidden tunnels and passage ways that lead from the city to the different parts of the mountains. Entrances to said tunnels can be found in many places, mostly in plain sight. The tunnels themselves are laid out in no particular order and are very confusing. Due to this, most people tend to stay out. Those who don't dare to enter the tunnels explore the mountain on very old paved roads across the four mountains. Some of these trails stretch on for miles looping around the mountains. The mountains are home to many species and animals who live there. Most animals are dangerous and carnivorous. Part of the reason why many stay out of the mountains. There isn’t any safe way to get in or out of the mountain range- so visitors are very rare.

Part 4: Premise

Premise (207):

The main character was going on vacation. Everyone was excited until- Everyone had this weird sensation, moments later, they crashed. The passengers crash on the setting, and are searching to find where they are and what they have to do to escape. It was dark outside so it was hard to make anything out of the terrain. In a frantic, your character and everyone else decide to make camp and wait for the next day. The next morning, the passengers find a note stating that they were purposely crashed. The note indicates that this crash was on purpose a man named was feeling a little bored and decided to take some people for a joy ride. He has created three main challenges where the passengers have to complete successfully, all of them very dangerous, to escape. His instructions were very unclear. Everyone had know idea what to do since they had no idea what the challenges were. The note also states that he was watching them. This made everyone believe that the man was one of the passengers. People started accusing one another and chaos broke, until the next day when the first challenge was declared to have starten. Danger is on its way. Your job as the author is to decide what these challenges are and how your character reacts to it and how the story ends.

Part 5: story

Bringing it together:
Character - by WilmaPeeps Setting - by Scarlett_makesart Premise - by Galaxy_Awesome

Continuing from Galaxy_Awesome’s premise and written in 1st person mode, I present to you: My Story! No name, cause I ain’t that creative.

total words: 1686

I blinked. Then blinked again. This has got to be some sick joke that my only real friend is playing on me. I had a sickening feeling in my stomach that this was NOT a joke. I read about slaves in english and social studies. I knew it was not fun. The voidish man disappeared and in his place were two smallish people. One man and one woman. They came over to me and untied me. This has to be some explanation. My brain fought against me. Then how did that man just disappear out of nowhere? Maybe it was the lighting or something the tech kids at school whipped up. I wanted to speak up to the two people and ask where in the world I was? But of course, I was too shy so I stayed quiet. They were speed walking through a dark corridor. I had on my uniform, a plaid skirt, white top, and a cardigan with the Whitewood Academy school logo on it. The plaid skirt was slowing me down. By the time I catched up I was heaving and panting for breath. Now that I think about it, they were not speed walking- they were running. They let me catch my breath, then they motioned toward a large oak door. I waited then realized they were asking me to open the door. I walked over and pulled the door open. I gasped. Inside was the biggest room I have ever seen. Bigger than the library at Whitewood. That library was big, this room must be 3 times that size. There was a huge factory. Of many people, all who look different and tired. I wondered how long these people had been there. They each looked dirty and hungry. Everyone was working quietly with an occasional whisper here and there. Finally I got to hear the man and woman’s voices. The man had a deep voice. It sounded harsh and dry. “Here is where you will work. You are placed here in the rock section.” The woman interrupted, her voice was similar to the man’s. Harsh and dry, but much higher, “She should help in the mines.” The man glared at her. “Did you not see her file?” I blinked. File? What is he talking about? The two reminded me a lot of my parents, always fighting. How long had it been since I saw them? How long have I been asleep? The woman was about to respond when a rocky voice interrupted. “AnY tRoUbLeS?” I looked at the voice coming from behind me. I covered my mouth to muffle a scream. There in front of me was a giant pile of rocks. Moving and talking. I knew a lot about rocks, whatever this was, is not supposed to happen. The woman and man gulped, then nodded no. The rock monster glanced at them, (If it even could! It didn’t even have eyes) then went away. The woman whispered something to the man I couldn’t catch. The man nodded and led me to another chamber. There I found many kids, around my age, sorting rocks. Then I realized something. Everyone I had seen was wearing a Whitewood Academy uniform. With a sickening realization I realized, my school is the reason behind all of this? “Here, E will tell you what to do.” The man said. He motioned to a girl who seemed to be instructing everyone. She walked over to me as the man left with the woman. “Hi!” She said cheerfully. She paused, then scanned me. “Wait, Kacey? Is that you?” I looked at the girl. This time taking in all her features to see if I recognized them, my mind wandered back to last year in 8th grade. There was this girl named Eliza? She had gone to school the entire year, until exam finals. After that she just disappeared. Emust be Eliza. I responded in a shaky voice, “Eliza?”She perked up. “You remember me! I look so much different now, huh?” I nodded, unsure of what to say. Her cheerful face turned sad, “so they put you in here huh?” It was a question but I don’t think she needed an answer. A guy in the back coughed, “hey E, would you mind if you stop talking and start helping?”. “Right. Sorry.” E said sheepishly. THen she told me about my job. I was part of the ‘rock gang’. Our job was to sort out the rocks and minerals we get from the mines. Normally, I would love this. My dream job is to be a geologist. Studying rocks is my weird hobby. But now Being enslaved to do it, I was unhappy. No one had given me any insight on why or how I’m here, so I got to work. I was positioned by E and another girl. I sorted the different rocks. I studied all the little details the way I studied for my finals. After 3 hours, My hands started to ache. My stomach growled. I thought about the last thing I ate. The cursed smoothie that sent me here. As if my wish had been heard, a tall man came in, he led us out of the room. “Dinner.” E whispered to me. I nodded, and followed. The man led us through the factory and I got a closer look at it. Many machines were boxing the rocks we had sorted. Some people were putting labels on the boxes. Others were pressing the rocks together. I memorized the entire way to the cafeteria. Past the factory, into a dark crowded hallway, past a bunch of doors and finally, we entered a plain iron door. Inside was a giant cafeteria, similar in size to the factory. There were many tables that could hold 8, and at least hundreds of those tables. Everyone sat in spots, E pulled me in to sit by her. Sitting with us were one very tall girl, two twin girls, and lastly the cleanest and meanest looking person I had ever seen. More rock monsters came in and served us some slop that looked like a mud pie. Everyone ate quickly, so I did too. To not stick out I did the same. Never try to eat slop. You will regret it. I thought about my parents, I never ate with them, I was always alone when I ate dinner. This time I was surrounded by hundreds of strangers my age. Then we were led up a HUGE set of stairs. After like 1000 steps or so we reached an area filled with about a dozen double doors. When the guides opened, the crowd surged forward. The first thing I noticed, kids were actually laughing and smiling. The second thing was what stood before us. I saw Whitewood’s huge white building. Then I realized, Whitewood was behind all of this. Why else would we have access to the school? I ran forward getting ready to run free, until E stopped me. She pointed to the school, then I saw it. A huge glass wall dWe quickly finished eating and we then split into two groups. One group of girls, the other boys. I followed the girls group to a sleeping chamber. There were about a billion rooms with two beds in it. I was bunking with E. Without much to do I was forced to lie in bed and sleep. The next morning, after 3 hours of sleep, we had a meeting with Mr. Void. Everyone was deadly quiet. He talked about random stuff like how terrible we were doing and how he needed more iron. I realized, that’s my ticket out. I had noticed that Mr. Void had been wearing a massive amount of iron shackles. I figured that he needed it to survive. After the meeting we had to go back to sorting the rocks. We did that for hours, skipping breakfast and lunch. Here, we only had dinner. So I ate the slop without an argument. As I lay in bed that day I had an idea. What if I could deplete the man’s amount of iron? The next day my intelligent mind formed a plan. After a couple of days when I was confident of my plan, I told E. She was going to be essential. My plan was quite simple: Deplete the shadow's supply of iron. E was going to have to do what I couldn’t do. Talk to people. It took a while to convince her, she was scared of being punished, but eventually she gave in. She was getting bored and sick of this place and its slop. Her job was to convince whoever worked in the mines and tell them to slowly stop mining iron. I made sure she emphasized ‘slowly’, the man could not notice. She was also supposed to spread the message to everyone, that they needed to slowly make all the iron disappear. After doing this for a month or so, you can’t really see the difference in time here. I could finally see that the man was drained. We were able to tell that he was getting weaker. So we continued doing that for a couple of months till he was so weak that he stopped showing up at all. One day when they were outside enjoying the fresh air, the wall exploded. Not like boom, everything was gone, more like boom, it was no more. After months, for some years, we were finally free. Everyone froze for a moment. Then chaos broke out. The guards lost control of everything, Everyone surged forward, finally realizing we were free. Only now I was able to tell the time of the day, afternoon, the kids that were leaving the school were very confused. Why wouldn’t they be? Hundreds of random people just pop in their front lawn, I would be confused. After a few moments of silence, the cops were called. Then parents started arriving. Then I saw my parents. I ran towards them. They both pulled me into a hug. Then I knew that everything was going to be okay.

Yeah, so I kind of started to rush since I reached the min and I was running out of time. Finished 1 hour before the weekly ended!

Part Two - Character

Name: Emily Watson
Age: 16
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Emily is incredibly stubborn and independent. When people tell her what to do, she absolutely cannot stand that. Emily usually likes to take her path when it comes to solving problems. She is very creative, so she can solve problems in unusually creative ways that work. Even with being extremely stubborn and independent, Emily is loving and she cares a lot about her loved ones. If someone she loves is being hurt, she will take enormous measures to save them and make sure that they are okay. Because she is so caring, Emily is sometimes overprotective of the people she loves, but she tries to stop if her over-protectiveness is too much for the other person to deal with. Emily is hard working and will work hard to make sure what she needs to get done (whatever that may be) will be done, even if it takes longer. She is also insecure at times, she feels as if she is not good enough, but her dose of stubbornness and independence help even out her insecurities. Emily is strong, both mentally and physically, she can take anything that comes her way with little to no problems, her insecurities sometimes get in the way of her having no problems, however.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Emily hopes for a brighter future since her life has not been that great up to this point. Emily does not want money or success, she really just wants to be loved, especially by the people that she loves but don’t really love her back or care for her as much as she loves them. Emily really wants people to love her, as she does them. It would mean the world to her if her parents and siblings cared for her as much as she cares about them. Even though love is her top priority, Emily craves success and being successful, it is just one of those things that she craves for, almost as much as love and devotion. Some of Emily’s strengths are that she is independent and strong, she can almost always go without love even though she craves it so much, and her strength helps her solve problems and fight her insecurities. Any problem that comes her way, Emily is wonderful at solving, she can solve almost any problem that makes its way into her life. Another strength of Emily’s is that she is stubborn, she will not back down, or leave people alone until she gets what she wants, and that can be extremely beneficial.

Dislikes and Fears: Emily cannot stand people that can just be walked on. She looks at them and wonders how they can be walked all over by others and hopes that she will not be like them, she usually does not hang out around those sorts of people. Emily also dislikes people that cannot get things done, and that is why she is usually very independent and just does things by herself. She is terrified of her insecurities and thoughts that sometimes come out to capture her, but she works hard to fight them. She is also terrified of never being loved since love is one of the things that she desires.

Part Three - Setting

This story will take place in a small town at the edge of a forest called Carey’s Place. The small town of Rearview is at a low elevation, and is not close to the equator but not far away, making it an extremely mild climate. Rearview is along an ocean coast, because of the ocean nearby, Rearview is quite humid and it rains several days a week. Rearview is also mild because of the ocean nearby. Animals lurk near Rearview, however, those animals are quite friendly, and will not cause a threat, unless you intimidate them. Carey’s Place beyond Rearview also has a friendly animal community and it also has luscious plant life. The forest is usually rainy and has water droplets coming off the trees. The frequent rain in both Rearview and Carey’s Place has the whole area smelling fresh and clean. A person can almost always feel the humidity on their cheeks when they are in Rearview and Carey’s Place. The town is usually quiet but homely. The residents are friendly and caring for the most part. Almost everybody knows each other in this town. Houses are not sweating because they are too close together, they are farther apart from each other, giving more room for backyards, and a more comfortable atmosphere. Some of the houses border the forest so it is not unusual to find a wild animal in your backyard. Instead of concrete, gravel covers the roads around Rearview, and that gravel is usually moist from the freshly fallen rain. This story takes place during a rainstorm, meaning that it is dreary and wet, and all of the plants are drinking the water that is coming out of the sky ravenously. The animals are in hiding and the houses and buildings contain cozy offerings of shelter, dryness, and heat. It is raining, but there is no lightning or thunder and it is very light, sort of like a mist, but to go outside, one must wear long-sleeved shirts and pants. Nobody would want to be out right now when everything is wet and miserable, and yet there are some people who roam the town during the rainstorm. The forest is casually soaking in the rain as well, and the animals stay in their homes. It is an overall dreary and miserable day, but legend has it that anything can happen on a dreary rainy day in Rearview. Small or big, anything could happen.

Part Four - Premise

Your character's sibling is lost, your character's got to find them/him/her.

After a hard stressful day at school, with an algebra test, your main character comes home from school and finds that their sibling is missing. They search everywhere for them but they cannot find them. Your main character wonders if their sibling was kidnapped or just ran away. Your main character is about to panic, their younger sibling was the only thing they had left and they did not want to lose them. Your main character goes through their younger sibling’s things and then eventually finds a note. It is written in mysterious handwriting. The note reads that your main character needs to come to a certain place and fight for their younger sibling. Your main character contemplates for a few minutes, wondering if it was really the best thing to do. Your main character eventually decides that it is the best thing to do and start a long journey to find their younger sibling.

Ah yes the premise

WC: 166
Perhaps a good one for a character who lives an easy life before this happens? A lot of this stuff is just suggestions, and quite flexible.
#definitelyamnotgoingtowriteabookbasedonthisbecauseyeahineedmorebookideas(not)

Your character finds themselves brought into the world of their favorite book/series, and it is less than they could have wanted. Rather than being the hero (or maybe they are, and it’s just a war-torn world because they’re in the dystopian cabin hee hee), they find themselves in the midst of struggles and hardships they could not have anticipated, learning that the lives book characters lead is not so glorious as it seems. While the main character shines in the spotlight, your character has been thrust into the life of a side character who seems perhaps destined to die. Through struggles and adventure your character also might learn that a life of glamour and spotlights is not all as it seems- after all, who’d want to be the antagonist’s number one target? But the end is up to you… perhaps the character joins the dark side? Perhaps they learn that not all is well in the spotlight? It’s your story, so get writing!

Parts 2-4

Part 2: Character
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Name: Olive Brooks
Age: 14
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Olive is an imaginative teen who likes doing anything creative. She likes to write, doodle, and play music. She is a great problem solver who can come up with creative solutions to anything. She likes to write to get all her feelings and ideas sorted out in the form of characters and stories. However, she never shares her writing with anyone except her really close friends. When she's not writing, she is playing her flute or composing songs. She does well in school but doesn't really like it. Her favorite subject is English. She thinks school and life are kind of bland, which is why she loves to read science fiction and fantasy to escape from the real world. She has a gigantic, ever-growing pile of books that she plans to read. Olive is a bit shy and reserved, so it's hard to get her talking. But if you get her started, she could go on for hours. At first glance, she seems quiet and unfriendly, which makes it hard for her to make friends. Once people get to know her, they learn that she is really sweet and empathetic. She's always there to listen to her friends if they're having a bad day, and she has good advice.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: The one thing Olive really wants is to be able to make friends more easily and be able to speak up for herself. She's very introverted, and it's hard for her ideas to be heard. In school, no one really pays attention to her or listens to her. She tries to help herself get over her fear by talking to someone she doesn't know every day. In doing this, she hopes that she'll meet a nice person with similar interests to her and possibly become friends. One of her smaller goals is that she wants to try some art, improve her drawing skills, and maybe find an art style she likes. Olive's strengths are that she is a great problem-solver and creative thinker. She is great at math, science, and especially writing, which gets her good grades in school. Whether she's writing a school essay, fanfiction, or her own original story, the few people she shows her work to would agree that Olive's an amazing author. She is a talented musician and is attempting to compose some songs on her flute. She's a good listener and an empathetic person, and she always helps her friends with their problems. She also likes animals and nature.

Dislikes and Fears: Olive doesn't like making decisions because she always gets scared that she'll change her mind. Even if it's a simple choice, like what she wants for dinner, she'll think all the possibilities through and carefully make a decision. She also doesn't like PE or exercise in general because she's not very athletic. Olive is a bit shy, and it's hard for her to speak her mind. This makes her go along with what people say even if she doesn't want to. She doesn't like talking to people she doesn't know, and it's hard for her to make new friends. She's really awkward in social situations. She likes working alone and despises group projects.

Part 3: Setting
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The story takes place in a ship called the Explorer, a technologically advanced spacecraft built to sustain a small group of people on long space voyages. It has gravity and oxygen options that can be turned on and off. Everything on the ship is either locked in storage or nailed to the floor, just in case the artificial gravity feature malfunctions. It is also very important for the crew to keep the ship clean, so if the gravity turns off, the crumbs and dust won't float up and clog the vents. There are many emergency oxygen masks stored in easily accessible locations in case the oxygen feature turns off.
The exterior of the Explorer is painted white with blue and purple accents. It's a large ship, which gives it a lot of space inside, but makes it less aerodynamic and harder to avoid obstacles. Inside the ship, it has three main parts: a living quarters, a cockpit, and a research room.
The living quarters is a small collection of rooms for the crew to eat, sleep, and rest. The benefit of a small area is that it makes room for machines, storage, and more important spaces. This room has bunk beds, desks, restrooms, and even a mini kitchen. It's more functional than comfortable, but it still is a nice place for astronauts to relax when they're not doing jobs.
The cockpit has devices that help the pilot fly the ship and navigate through space. There are the basic technologies, like a steering wheel and a map of space, but there are also unique gadgets, like a computer that predicts how much longer the crew can survive before refilling their supplies. Some of the gadgets are experimental and are constantly breaking down. The pilot has to be a skilled programmer in order to keep the ship functioning properly.
In the research room, the astronauts on the ship conduct experiments and send the data back to Earth. Some of the experiments include building robots, modifying space suits, and growing a garden for a sustainable food source. A computer can send test data and images of other planets to scientists on Earth. The research room also stores all the tools needed to fix the spacecraft.
All over the ship, there are storage containers for lots of supplies, mainly food. There is enough food and water for a crew of four or five to survive a few months in space, but if they run out, they can eat the food from the garden.

Part 4: Premise
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The main character walks around, carrying their blue bag with all their favorite supplies in it. They're going somewhere very important, and at this rate, they might be late. The path to the important place is very crowded, so the main character doesn't notice the shadowy figure sneaking up on the until it's too late. Suddenly, their precious bag is snatched right out of their hands. The main character whirls around, shouting at the thief, but whoever stole the bag has disappeared into the crowd, long gone. Should they go looking for the bag, or should they keep going so they aren't late to the important event? Just when the main character is about to give up and keep walking, they see a glint of blue, the exact same shade as their bag. They run towards it, going against the flow of traffic, pushing past people so they can get to their bag. They know that they'll probably be late to the important event, but they have to catch the thief.

Part One

Nicole (@warriorsisawesome): The sky was on fire. Often the Vaeíti would say this in reference to the vibrant vermillion hues the atmosphere would take on at that golden hour as the sun set. But there was no figurative meaning here, this time. The sky blazed scarlet, bright and dangerous, flames hanging where clouds should be.

Me: A petite girl with dark hair that fell lankily to her shoulders stood with wide eyes transfixed on the burning sky. “Lana!” a man’s voice cried out, husky with panic. She turned sharply, blinking slowly as if shaking out of a stupor. “Dad?” she asked nervously. Hands grasped her shoulders, strong and calloused. “Come on. Get inside. The smoke is bad for your lungs,” her dad said, tone sharp with half-hidden irritation.

Nicole: Lana's gaze remained on the sky as she was numbly forced indoors. “What's going on?” she pleaded, urgent despite her feeling completely disjointed from the world actively falling apart before her very eyes.

Me: “I—not right now, Lana,” her dad insisted, tugging her towards the small, thatch-roofed building they called home. Slowly, she followed him, almost in a daze, her eyes still fixed on the burning sky. Lana inhaled sharply as she stumbled over a rock, then began to cough, the smoke making her lungs burn. Suddenly, she much more willingly followed her father, whose expression had turned from harried irritation to intense anxiety.

Nicole: Lana bit back a whimper as the sky crackled, almost as though with thunder but more sinister. Her father's rough hands ushered her inside where her mother was already frantically gathering supplies from shelves and cabinets. The ground rippled with a force, sending everyone bracing themselves, as the sky flared brightly outside.

Me: Lana’s older sister helped their mom, carrying piles of clothes out of their rooms as Lana and her dad entered. Everything was quiet in the house as the family set about wordlessly to fulfill separate tasks. That is, everyone but Lana, who simply stood with her back to the window and her hands clasped over her ears to shut out the roar of the burning sky. Her parents exchanged a worried glance, but nothing more, unable to focus on comforting their youngest child just then.

Nicole: The house shook with a crack, jarring each of its occupants and knocking Lana's father off his feet. The glass windows rattled in their panes; books shuddered and fell off their shelves; their family photo tumbled off of its perch on the counter and fractured on the ground. Lana's father grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet, shouting mumbled words that she couldn't decipher as she was dragged forward, everything in a haze as if her head were underwater. Some water might be good right about now, she thought deliriously in the muddle of the commotion.

Me: Lana’s mom slid a backpack around Lana’s shoulders. “Just carry it for me for a while, honey,” she whispered, and Lana nodded hesitantly. Lana’s dad led her outside. “I thought we weren’t supposed to—?” she started, but her dad just shook his head. “We need to leave,” he said sternly, looking with worry back into the shadowed doorway. He had two satchels slung across his chest, a backpack on his shoulder, and two bags in the hand that wasn’t grasping Lana’s. Lana shuddered, hunching her shoulders and hugging herself with one hand. They were leaving, really leaving. And she wasn’t sure when, if ever, they’d be back. It felt wrong. As did the fire burning relentlessly in the sky.

Nicole: She looked down towards the horizon, where their closest neighbors called home, and witnessed them likewise abandoning the lives they had made for themselves. How could anyone stand to simply pack up and leave so quickly? Lana certainly couldn't bear it, she knew that much. She spared a glance back to her own house, which grew smaller and smaller with each step. All of her memories were there; and they were just leaving? She stifled a whimper as she watched some embers tumble down and extinguish themselves on the roof. “Where are we going?” she asked timidly, turning back toward her dad resolutely leading the four of them forward. “Aredor,” he responded roughly, not even moving his eyes from where they'd fixed on the horizon. “They have a shelter there.”

Me: Lana nodded dumbly, her throat constricting as she hugged her dad’s arm, drawing herself closer and matching his resolute, unyielding pace. “Don’t look back,” she told herself. “Don’t look back…” It would only make everything worse. Aredor…she’d never been, though she knew her dad had lived there before he’d met her mom. Perhaps this was like going home for him, instead of leaving it. Lana had to close her eyes to keep herself from looking over her shoulder. Don’t look back.

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Part Two

Name: Kieran Reid
Species: human
Age: 24
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Kieran Reid is a man of little faith. He wants to believe in things higher and brighter and more powerful than himself, wants to know that someone is orchestrating the world the way it is. Yet this is difficult, immensely difficult, for him. One thing he believes is that chance does not exist. Humans are not just the result of the universe rolling a dice. They are here for a reason, and people meet other people for a reason. Each action has a great impact, of this he is sure. He has an intense sense of longing for fulfillment, for answers, for truth and completion. When he does make a commitment to believe in something, he really commits. Often, he doesn’t really commit to protecting and defending people or things so much as his beliefs. Something Kieran is very good at is arguing—arguing well, that is. He always (or, almost always at least) has proofs to back up his arguments. Having choices made for him is both constricting and freeing, depending on if he trusts the person making the choice. Kieran simply wants stability and reassurance, yet this is not always forthcoming, which frustrates him. However, he is not a man prone to despair, either. One thing he does believe, or tries to, is that things are going to get better. Another thing Kieran is good at is being dedicated. When he is in, he is all in. Every time. However, making split-second decisions or doing anything spontaneous is consequently pretty much out of the picture for him.

Dislikes and Fears: As well, he has a great fear of death, or dying before he can truly decide what he believes. Making Kieran think and talk about emotions, death, or something that it isn’t necessarily possible to understand will make him uncomfortable. When Kieran is uncomfortable, he will fall silent and try to exit the conversation as soon as possible. Kieran isn’t much of a conversationalist, and he hates it when he feels pressure to contribute more to a dialogue than he wants to. He has to feel justified that what he’s believing is true, and in fact is quite insecure about being proven wrong, because he won’t know what to do if that’s the case. One of his greatest fears is that something foundational that he believes to be true will be wrong in the end. If that’s the case—can he really believe anything in his life was real? He is a little disconnected from people at times and has incredible difficulty relating to people who don’t have any particular beliefs. What he doesn’t understand is that he doesn’t have many himself.

Kieran is stubborn, determined, and very much a quiet storm. He is silent and thoughtful but can be argumentative and blunt, even to the point of rudeness, though this is usually unintentional. Kieran also never backs down from a fight. In fact, he doesn’t necessarily dislike conflict. He really likes to win, to feel success, and is very competitive and driven. A challenge is not something that will offend him—he tends to like bold people, because they make him think. Kieran loves to feel different textures on the things around him; touching something tangible is just very entertaining and enlightening for him. The sense of touch is so wide and varied and it is nigh impossible not to feel something that’s put right under your hands. Things that have both incredible differences and also distinct specifics are very interesting to Kieran. Because of this, he loves drawing comparisons between subjects that seem very dissimilar, and he likes assignments and challenges that give him a lot of creative freedom, room to think and challenge himself. In fact, Kieran is a poet, and metaphor is one of his very favorite literary devices. Something else Kieran loves is the feel of words on his tongue, the way each of them rings differently in the air. Sound waves are so intriguing to him, and science in general, despite his artistic leanings.
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Part Three
The story takes place in the lands within the Ocean of Fire. For the most part, the Ocean of Fire is like any other ocean. However, the difference is that this Ocean has waves of pure flame. It’s not quite lava, but not true fire either; it has mass and can carry ships, given they aren’t constructed of wood or something equally flammable. Within the Ocean, there are many species of fish and whales which eat the fire. These creatures are called ignavores, meaning quite simply that they eat flames. Luckily for them, this is literally their environment, making it incredibly rare for any creature to starve in the Ocean of Fire, unless they are unfortunate enough to not be an ignavore. Certain creatures within the Ocean do eat things other than fire, including other ignavores who live there, and certain rocks which are needed in their diet to provide proper minerals. Overall, the ignavores tend to have unique and often fearsome abilities, usually including spirit’igni, or breath of fire. Most of the time, the creatures do not eat men, but there are of course exceptions. However, creatures like this are rare and all the more feared because of their often unannounced appearances, making it difficult to avoid meeting them should they decide to take a trip by your island.
Speaking of islands, the main populated land masses around the Ocean of Fire are islands, particularly one chain of islands called the Paradise Islands, rather ostentatiously and perhaps a little exaggerated of an impression. Really, the Paradise Islands are rather boring and empty, unless you like huge, sparse fields filled primarily with grain, or giant expanses of rock filled only with dangerous and unpredictable geysers formed by the Ocean of Fire. Most of the people living in the Paradise Islands have a rather “primitive,” if I may use the word, view of the world, subscribing to elaborate caste systems and views such as the fact that very Ocean is a god. However, these clans and villages are not the only habitation in the Ocean of Fire. The largest island, not technically contained in the chain of Paradise Islands, is a land mass called Inaya. Inaya is not in direct contact with any of the Paradise Islands, for it once operated as their prison, where they would send unwanted exiles, people too dangerous to be kept in their Islands. At first, there were jailers who lived there along with the prisoners, but over fifty years ago there was a revolution in which the exiles overthrew any sort of ruling system the Islanders had set in place. Now, the Islanders don’t really know what is happening there, but there is great fear that the people living on Inaya will eventually come back and harm them as revenge for exiling them.

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Part Four
Your character begins to hear whispers every night before they fall asleep. At first, they think it’s just their imagination, the wind, or their parents/siblings/roommates (if applicable). However, after this goes on, repeatedly, always at 10:00 sharp, and stopping by midnight, they start to get worried. Is something wrong with them? Or is someone or some/thing/ actually trying to contact them? If so, from where? and why? If they’re superstitious, perhaps they think they’re hearing from the dead—someone they lost, someone they need to find and help. If not, perhaps they fear they’re going insane. Eventually, though, they talk to a friend/acquaintance, who dismisses them as strange dreams. The main character becomes anxious and paranoid, starting at any sound. They stay up each night until the whispers die away and they fall asleep from sheer exhaustion. Because of their friend’s reaction, they don’t tell anyone else about it, trying to forget during the day. Then, one day at school/work, a man approaches them and tells them that the whispers won’t go away if they just ignore them.

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Part Five!!!
The Deathly Lands were dangerous; no one knew that better than me. So why had a video, posted from my VidTube account, shown me walking straight across the barrier at the edge of town?
My chest felt tight and my breathing was harried. My hands shook as a pictured Rich’s smile, his confident wink, while he tucked away the box in its hiding spot.
Why was this happening to me?
Just when I’d thought I was doing okay, back on my feet, someone I didn’t even know ruined my day. Possibly my life. Then again, I figured that was basically already ruined.
Someone I didn’t even know . . . those words sounded strange in my head, like they didn’t belong, like they weren’t even mine, said in a different voice from my normal “thinking voice.” Shaking my head unsteadily, I threw my tablet on the hardwood floor. It landed with a cracking noise that would have made me gasp if I wasn’t as out of it. The number of views on the video was steadily climbing, but I didn’t care to look at them. They’d just make me angrier.
I got to my feet and rushed out of my room, ignoring Mom’s exclamation of “Dianna! What’s wrong?” as I snatched up my backpack, slung it hurriedly over my shoulder, and darted out the front door, not even hearing it slam behind me until I reached the sidewalk.
My eyes stung as I ran, the route ingrained deep inside me from hundreds of days, but the memory of it was bitter in my throat.

Rich looked out across the plain, a slight wind ruffling his dark hair and a gleam in his eyes. The Deathly Lands looked the same as ever to me, empty and dangerous, but with him there it wasn’t so bad. Stars shone overhead, not so many as on the city’s barest outskirts, but plenty enough without any clouds obscuring our view. The moonlight glittered silver, lighting the world where the streetlamp’s glow wouldn’t reach. We were on his house’s roof, and the warm, sweet scent of a summer evening enveloped us. I wasn’t looking at the barren, rocky land stretched out beyond the city limits. Instead, I studied the constellations I could see, drowsily pointing them out to Rich, although I wasn’t sure he was listening.
Eventually, when the moon had drifted halfway down the horizon, and my eyelids were drooping, Rich spoke unexpectedly.
“Do you think there’s more out there?”
I pushed myself into a sitting position, my tired body protesting. “What?” I laughed, unsure what he was talking about.
“Out there. Beyond the mountains. Do you think there are people there, just like us . . . ? People wondering if there are others beyond their mountains?”
I hesitated. Rich wasn’t usually this straightforward, this down-to-earth. That caught me off guard. But what worried me more was the wistful tone in his voice, the way he wouldn’t meet my eyes, his gaze firmly fixed on the moon’s path as it hovered right above the shadowy forms of the mountain range found across the Deathly Lands.
“I—I don’t know,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. How could I stop him from pursuing this idea further? If he kept thinking about this, he’d get some stupid idea in his head like countless before him who’d tried to traverse the Deathly Lands and died trying. One thing I knew about Rich was that he would never back down. He was stubborn, and stupid, like that. Usually, I thought it was funny: amusing how he’d get that look in his eye like he’d fight a hundred dragons before he gave up. Just then, though, I really didn’t feel like laughing.
“I do,” Rich said, finally looking at me.
“O-okay. I don’t,” I decided finally, trying for a confident smile, anything to get him to show an emotion other than this cold certainty, this longing that I wanted to erase. That, if he had any idea what it’d do to him, he would want to erase as well.
Rich grinned back, but it faded fast.
“I’m going to find out,” he decided as the last of the moonlight faded beyond the mountains and hid his expression from view.

I hadn’t followed him. I’d left him to his dreams that led him to death.
But . . . what if they hadn’t? I hadn’t allowed myself to think of it before, to even consider that he might be all right. Now, though, I couldn’t help it.
Frantic with terrified but exhilarated energy that didn’t know where to go, I put on speed. My footsteps hit the concrete faster and faster. I was almost there.
And then the bright red door was in sight, and my pace faltered.
Putting a hand to my mouth, I suppressed a sob. The red door blurred in my vision as I blinked the tears away. I’d cried enough. Now it was time to do something about it.
I walked up to the porch and banged on the door.
He didn’t open it—of course he didn’t—even though half of me expected him to. The stupid half.
Instead, a face framed with his same dark hair greeted me.
I didn’t even have time to mutter hello as I ducked under the woman’s arm and rushed upstairs.
Down the hallway, into his bedroom.
It looked like it hadn’t been touched since he left.
I sighed and fell to my knees on the carpet.
Then my eyes landed on the picture of Rich and his friends—there I was alongside him—that was taped above his bed.
Growing angry, I yanked the box out of the corner and ripped the top off.
I didn’t take in the contents, just clutched the box to my chest. Everything had been fine until he left. He’d had me convinced he wouldn’t do it. That the box was just in case. But it wasn’t. All along, he’d been planning to go through with it. Why had he ruined everything?
“Why are you so keen on ruining my life?” I growled at the unmoving, cheekily grinning Rich—that wasn’t Rich—taped to the wall.
I almost hated him.
Almost.

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Character by @mayhem-olympia, Setting by @Cru-mble, Premise by @Mali2424

Hi, me and my partner both have exceeded limit of 300 worss is it ok??

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Hi, me and my partner both have exceeded limit of 300 worss is it ok??

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Weekly 1 , RolePlay thingy 631 words in total . Weekly done w/ @SqueaKyBird250


Me : Darrel had longed for a break. As a 7th grader , it was pretty tough and definitely difficult to manage a pile of homework on the table

@SqueakyBird250 : “Oh. You're back,” said his classmate, Brianna. “Have fun with all of that. You also missed a math test and a few other things. Good luck,” she smirked. Brianna was known for being rude to almost everyone, Darrel especially.

Me: “ Oh please, Just Shut your mouth. I've got in enough work to do.” Replied Darrel irritably. Brianna had bullied him ever since kindergarten and she was never tired of Bullying Darrel. “Never mind that idiot. She'll only be a bossy boots anyway.” Advised Jasper. Jasper was Darrel's bff

@SqueakyBird250 : Darrel frowned. “I don't even know how that girl is popular when everyone in this class dislikes her.” He'd tried, and failed, to be popular once before, but had ended up deciding it was overrated. Jasper just sighed and responded with, “The ones with no self-confidence always listen to the ones that think they at least know what they’re doing. Plus, she’s best friends with Violet. That’s practically a one-way ticket to popularity.”

Me : ” Agreed. That girl is too spoilt. Her Parents fuss over too much. All Miss Bully wants is just getting Attention.“ Replied Darrel. ”I just don't get why Violet should be friends with her.“ Said Jasper Puzzled. Violet was girl of 13 who was an introvert. She was a shy and a person who just wanted to make people happy.

@SqueakyBird250 : ”Because Violet's too nice to tell her how rude she is,“ Darrel frowned. He half-expected Jasper to smile a little bit, as sometimes his wording made it sound like he had a crush on her, but his best friend said nothing. Only, ”Well, then someone else should do it. Head over to my place, three o' clock. We can come up to a plan to end her reign of terror, if you'd like.“

Me : You bet me 10 dollars I'll be there. Finally We'll be able to kick her out.” Replied Darrel Excitingly. “Oh what was that? Jasper are you inviting Darrel to your house?” Asked Willow suspiciously . Willow was 13 and half. She was good at math and a an athlete at sport. But she was really sneaky and clever at tricks and pranks.

@SqueakyBird250 : Darrel and Jasper went silent. “Uh…” Jasper thought for a moment, “Yeah? We're coming up with a plan to stop Brianna from bullying us, once and for all. If you're in, you're welcome to come as well.” Willow stopped for a moment, as if to think about it. During this silence, Darrel whispered to Jasper, “Why did you tell her?!” To which the response was, “Did you see her last April first? She probably knows quite a few ways to prank someone.”

Me : “I suppose.” Was the reply. “Willow Walt , can we trust you ?” Asked Jasper. “Count me in. I'd like to teach Miss Chatter Box a lesson.” Replied Willow with a sly smile. “All righty. Y'all come to my house at 3. Mum and dad will be gone to a party.” Informed Jasper excitedly but in a whisper

@SqueakyBird250 : Later at Jasper's house, they started to formulate a plan. “Darrel, you went to elementary school with her. You know what she'd fall for. Willow, you can come up with ideas. I'll figure out a way to put those elements together into the perfect prank, but we won't settle on anything we don't all agree on. Got it?” He proposed.

Me: “Okay.” The other 2 chorused. Willow soon got her brain thinking. After 5 minutes both of them had thought of what things to prank on Brianna. “What about the frog prank? I found it in a Malory Towers book.” Exclaimed Willow

@SqueakyBird250 : “What's the frog prank?” Asked Darrel, a little worried.



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Took 4 days but worth it. Ah sorry its unfinished me ad @Squeaky were too lazy lol-
TY FOR SEEING THIS!!

Weekly 2 due date 16th start date 10th


Part 1

Shu is me

My words 301 total words 626

Peggy: Tears flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. My heart thrummed. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the asphalt matched it perfectly. I rubbed the tears from my eyes, trying not to let guilt and rue consume me. I had to move on.

Shu:But, nothing was as easy as it seemed. The scar that was carved upon my heart will never leave. This memory will never fade. I had suddenly regretted every decision I ever made. Who am I? I wondered.

Peggy: The rain dulled to a faint sound in my ears, which were still ringing. “You’re not a child,” I scolded, “crying won’t do anything.” But yet, the tears still came down. I brought my legs to my chest and curled up under the overhanging, shivering.

Shu:The truth was harsh, of course, it was. I am scared. I feel terrible. My head was pounding. My eyes could not stay focused, It felt as though I was looking at the world through water-nothing would stay still.

Peggy: I took in a sharp, shaky breath, trying to calm down. For years I’d kept the emotions bottled up inside. But now I had to face it.

Shu: I had to be brave. I had to be strong. It was all up to me. No one would come looking for me. I was all alone. But of course, it was my fault all along. I had to face it.

Peggy: The downpour started to slow. I held my hand out of my shelter and tried to catch the last drops. The water slipped through my fingers.

Shu:I sighed. I could hear something in the distance and I knew it meant trouble because I wasn't supposed to be here, no one was.
Peggy: Most people steered clear of the mines—but I wasn’t like most people. As a child, I used to play hide and seek with Asrani before he left. I’d come here to think, or just to hang out. Once, I’d let it slip out that I’d been playing near the mines. My parents were spooked and forbade me to go back. But yet again, I’d broken another vow. Now that Asrani had returned, he would find me here.

Shu: But, I shouldn't get my hopes up. Asrani may have changed, It’s been years after all the differences in our lives are huge. He's a perfect child, a perfect student, a perfect role model, and everybody liked him. I’m different, I can sense the coldness when they look at me, everybody saw me as a disgrace, well, maybe not everyone. It’s kinda sad then I, myself had to leave all those people who actually cared about me. I pushed them away. I was reckless. I realized that now. But does it matter anymore?

Peggy: I stood and dusted myself off. I could already hear the sound of horses in the distance—they would be coming for me soon. I had to move quickly.

Shu:But, I do wonder why they came looking for me. I knew that they secretly wished I didn't exist. After all, I only stirred up trouble. I wonder if Asrani sent them. No, I shouldn't get my hopes up. I told myself. I forced myself to be strong and move. But, my injured leg wouldn't allow it. “Come on, be useful for once!” I muttered furiously.

Peggy: I tried not to make a sound as I tried to stand. My legs wobbled like a newborn horse. I shoved more thoughts of horses—which were neighing somewhere nearby—to the back of my mind. I grabbed my makeshift cast, checking to see I that didn’t leave any evidence and ducked under the overhand. The rain peppered my clothes and chilled me to the bone, but I managed to ignore it. Gritting my teeth, I started to hobble towards the forest.



Part 2

542 words

Character
First Name: Azura
Last name: Keisrl
Hair: short shoulder length grayish-black hair
Eyes: silver
Skin: cold pale white
Height:5’5
Age:12
Species: human
> category:witch

+201 words
Personality and traits: Azura is an orphan who has a twin. She is a lonely and quiet child. She sees herself as strange and wired. Azura is smart and intelligent but prefers to keep it all to herself. Azura doesn't enjoy the presence of most people. Azura can sense when dangers are around. And no matter what she’d rather not use her magic unless she really needs to. Azura has a dark side, when she gets angry with someone she makes sure to destroy them completely either their life or hope. Azura hates betrayal. She is loyal to people who are kind to her with good intentions. Azura is trustworthy and independent. She gives up easily or gets frustrated when things aren't going right or her way. Her performance on magic depends on her feelings and mood. She can't control her magic when she gets really angry or frustrated instead the magic takes control of her. Azura sees herself as a disgrace. She is religious and she embraces spirituality. She wants to find out who her mother and father are. She feels that her magic is somehow connected with them. Even though she has a twin, she’s the only one who can do magic.

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Wants, hopes, and strength:
Azura wants to find out her roots in magic. She wants to know who her parents are. She wants to know why she is different from others. She wants to know why she was chosen to obtain this power (magic). She wants to discover the meaning behind her. She wants to protect her twin from any harm. She wants to shield her twin. She wants to preserve the little happiness she has. Azura’s aim is to get her and her sister out of the orphanage and find a happy family, a happy stable life somewhere out there. She wants to get rid of her magic, forget about it. Azura’s only family is her twin so her twin means everything to her. Azura wants to be there for people who are in need, people like herself who have no home or parents, people who don't fit in the society. Azura is passionate, hard-working, and trustable. Azura likes to read, and play chess. Her dream is also to be a writer, writing a whole world unknown. Azura doesn't want much fame, she just wants a happy quiet life. Azura isn't accepted by most people but she is happy as long as her younger twin is there with her, smiling.

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Dislike and fears:

Azura’s scared of being abundant, betrayed. She dislikes dark spacious spaces. She hates the color red to an extreme level. She hates blood, she hates that she gets more ill as time passes on. She doesn't want to die. Azura isn't physically very strong for her age, she gets ill and injured easily. She’s afraid of what she can do to others with her magic. She thinks that her magic is a curse that was carved on her life for something her ancestors did. She hates losing, she feels useless when that happens. She fears are losing her twin, she’d do anything to keep her twin safe.

Part 3:setting

+426 words


An abandoned house stood near the woods. It stood there for nearly a hundred years. The house was said to be cursed, it once belonged to the great duchess, then the Kui the great, then miyar, then Deric, but alas all had been sealed with misfortune once they set their foot inside the house. People say that a child that once lived in the great duchess’s house named Arista whose mother was a maid at the duchess’s house hunts the house. The child went missing when it was only thirteen and Arista was last seen in the duchess’s house. People think the child named Arista hunt’s the house for revenge. People who pass by the house say that they hear a piece of booking music coming from the house. The music is dreamy and hopeful, but hypnotizing. When you hear the music you feel numb, your emotions meddle up and your heart tells you to go inside the house. There is also this mist around the house, the mist has a beautiful smell just like the music. It smells different to each person, smells of what the person likes. Those who dare to enter the house never return but they are never forgotten. Whenever someone passes by the house their memories are reminded. Nobody knows what goes on inside the house, what happens there. Most don't even dare to pass by the house, talk about hunting down its past! Some even say that those who enter the house enter a paradise they love so much they don't even want to return but that is of course a very unpopular opinion. Even though misery and hardship the house never falls, it stays as if it has never been touched before, as if it’s completely new. Another thing, strange flowers grow in the walls of the house, each unique to its appearance and different. The wise and elderly say that each represents the people that entered the house. Each flower’s appearance and the smell do remind the town’s people of the people who entered the house. The memories of those people crash to their minds, landing softly but never leaving. The doctors of the town even found that they are cured in each flower for different illnesses, for different reasons. But, the town’s people never share any of that with outsiders. They're afraid that the outsiders will take it all away, after all the town is very small and powerless. They refuse to let any outsiders join their community, to become one of them is to pay a big terrifying price.

Part 4:
Premise
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Your character’s parents told them stories about legends about a world that you can enter through the water once a year, on a full moon. And, that the world was magnificent, beautiful, amazing. Your character lost all hope and decided to test out the legend. Your character went to the ocean or river, or a lake, or any water thingy. Your character fell asleep there when she/he/they woke up they were in another world. The world and its creation were magnificent. Then your character realized that there was no way out of that world unless somebody else entered the world. What will your character do? What can your character do? Can your character do anything at all except for waiting? Will your character accept that this world was meant for her/ him/ they or will they give or do anything to return to their previous world? What will they do? Or maybe there is another way out of this world, maybe or maybe not.

Part 5 bringing it together

1003 words


Note: Character from booklover883322, setting from –CherryCloud–, and premise from RLove10, thank you now let’s start.

A very exting cliche story. Once upon a time a long long time ago this happened, now listen don't ask any questions just listen ok?. “Adelita, adeltia, you have to be perfect! Come on,Adelita” I ordered myself. I had suddenly regretted telling that girl from yesterday that green would look much better on her. I was there for people when they needed someone to tell them what’s right, but how come there’s no one there for me? I scanned through my room searching for something that would make me stand out and would be convenient for my journey. I have to be amazing today, no, perfact, yes, perfect. Today is the 7th of May, and I just turned 19. Which means I have to compete in the luscious tournament in the valley, it will determine my whole further, my career, my everything. I have to win no matter what, but to do that I had to be perfectly perfect. I slammed open my large box that was filled with clothes. “No,No,no, come on!” I threw away the clothes that I didn't like, those just weren't perfect. I needed something that would be beautiful plus convenient during the competition. A tiny thread of yarn was stuck on my box, I randomly pulled it out, it fell on my lap revealing a beautiful cloth. “Aa ha! Take that girl from yesterday! This is obviously the most perfect something can be! I laughed joyously as I examined the clothing. But, sadly, that joyish moment didn't last very long, for the fact, I just discovered that one of my most treasured possessions was missing, gone. I was horror struck by this. Who would want to do such a thing? That bracelet was very important to me, to my family, it was an important history to me and my family. My great great grandfather, Serava, brought this necklace back from some place, my great great grandfather was tired and lifeless when he came back. He went missing on the 7th of the may long ago, he came a year later on the 7th of the may. No one knows what happened to him, but they knew one thing for sure, that it was something terribly frightening, horrifying. He lost his voice when he was missing, he also had some major injuries when he came back. He was mute, he could never utter a word, never. So no one had the chance to discover anything at all. Absolutely no one. But there was something. He lost almost everything he had, but there was one thing, he brought back this bracelet that I cherish so much, my lucky bracelet. They say this lucky bracelet was the reason he came back alive,, and well. And they also say that he went to the top above, we're a series of floating lands. There were around seven to ten in total, and they all had jagged edges, and often, crumbled dirt and sand would fall cowm from them, onto the field far below. Connected by bridges made of golden dust, they had a sort of serene beauty to them, but were as terrifying as a bottomless canyon, or even the deep, dark ocean. Humans were unable to penetrate these lands but once a year, on the 7th of May, where an extra bridge is formed, but with no way out. A beautifully wicked curse, that you could not leave for a year. I sat there wondering, I was sad, angry, I mean who on earth would want to do such a horrible thing?! But,Suddenly an idea struck to my head like a lightning bolt. My parents used to tell me that whatever is taken will always somehow return to its former owner, so maybe the bracelet is on the top adobe land. I slammed open my door as I ran as I could towards the bridge to the top adobe land. I panted as I reached my almost destination. Luscious green grass swayed gently with the spring breeze, its long sharp blade of grass tickled my feet. with lilypads. heir thin branches of dark wood stretched out like the stars, reacing across the empty space that they filled. Frogs hopped and swam through it, past the smooth, grey pebbles that lay on its bed. A curved bridge made of cobblestone and pebbles arched over the water, the shape of a rainbow. It was almost a scene from a cottagecore fairytale. It was beautiful yet so cursed. It was as if a cottage core scene from a fairy tale from a children's book was painted into reality. The extra bridge was not far, I could see it. Time was running out, the comthion would be there soon, I had to be there soon enough to attend in it. I ran to the entrance of the the bridge that only forms on this day the 7th of the march every year. I stood there for a second thinking and that I stepped on the floor of the bridge. And then in a second I was on the other side. I crossed the bridge. But, only then was I reminded of the consequences of what I did. But that already happened, it's the past. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful, extraordinary world in front of me. I was in awe. “Wwow, what actually this kinda place excites?” I smiled for no important reason at all. I turned around to see awhole different world, it was all burning. I was in shock. Then a boy’s voice called upon me” I've been waiting for you! Actually its only been a second, time hear and the world under are different. Crazy isn't it? But, you came hear for your lucky charm of crouse. Well you have very bad luck~ oh dont you know? You are here to repay your great great grandfather's debt!” he smiled mischiefly. I was horror struck. “It can't be '' I mutteredd. The end and they lived happily ever after!






HI-FI FOR THE WIN!

We both got over 300 words and had no idea where this was going, so here's the writing collab ig.
Done with: @mayhem-olympia!
M: Mayhem
I: Me (Ivy)

M:
Indigo paced up and down the corridor of her headquarters, double-checking every last element of her plan and occasionally snapping an order out to one of her henchmen.


I
In the rain outside, an unsuspecting man by the name of Owen Tirish was on his midnight stroll, purposefully splashing in puddles that could ruin his boots. He looked at the looming clouds without any expressions of either pessimism or optimism, simply just looking. The rain was soft and Owen was cold as he hid deeper within his trenchcoat.


M
Indigo spotted Owen out of the window, and decided that he would make a perfect victim for her plan. Her assistant was driving up and down the road outside, and Indigo signalled for the plan to begin. The car revved up, and drove past Owen (breaking the speed limit as it went), kicking up a spray of muddy water.


I
“Hey!” Owen called in disgust, backing away from the curb. He tried to wipe off the water, a feat which, obviously, was not going to work, and groaned. “I just got this thing…” He complained to himself, turning back as he desperately tried to wring out the liquid from the ruined coat.


M
Indigo smiled to herself. Game time. She opened the front door of her base, and called out with an innocent smile, “Hey mister! You okay? That driver must have been a real jerk, you wanna come inside and get clean and dry?”


I
He turned back, hearing her voice. “Oh, I'm okay, really. My place isn't far from here.” He reconsidered. “Well, actually- sure.” tugging off his coat, he made his way to the door, returning her smile with one that might have been even more charming and innocent.


M
She grinned smugly internally, and then flashed him a warm, caring look as she led him inside. “So if you just head upstairs, the bathroom is just on your left, and there'll probably be some clothes your size in the cupboard just down the hall from the bathroom. I have brothers,” she lied by way of explanation. (Really, she had been planning this ruse for a long time, and had made sure she had clothes available in every size, just in case.)


I
Too much information, Owen thought, biting his tongue to keep from revealing himself. She seemed harmless enough, for now. Simply calm. Maybe she was the type who always had to explain herself? Whatever it was, he was glad it was warm here. “Thank you very much.” He nodded, taking a hold of the railing and leading himself up the stairs.

M
“No problem,” Indigo beamed innocently, and as soon as Owen's back was turned, she sent off a quick text message to her next accomplice, reading: “LOCK HIM IN.”

I
Still unsuspecting, Owen found himself upstairs and in the bathroom, rummaging for some towels to dry himself off.


M
Indigo's accomplice crept out onto the landing and quickly turned the key in the lock of the bathroom door. Meanwhile, Indigo herself sat downstairs on the couch reading a book, looking every inch the perfect hostess.


I
Owen did not hear the door lock, too preoccupied with trying to wipe off the mud. He wet it slightly and set it out to dry on the toilet, reaching for the doorknob and realizing that it was locked. “What kind of door locks from the outside?” he groaned. “Heyy!” He called. “Your bathroom locked on me!”


M
Indigo heard him calling from where she was sitting downstairs, took a deep breath, and called to her mind the next line of the script she'd prepared for this plan. (She usually looked at her plots as almost acting.) “Really? That's weird,” she replied. “It can be a bit stiff sometimes, maybe try again?”

I
Owen tried to rationally and calmly open the door, though to no avail. Sighing, he threw himself against the door.

M
Indigo bit her lip, praying that the door's reinforcements would hold. On some level she had expected something like this to happen, but it was still nervewracking to actually be in the situation.

Character: 648 words
Name: Eidrich L’aeren
Age: 31 (that’s relatively young)
Species: Elf
Personality and traits: 288 words
Eidrich is a relatively laid back kind of guy. Shorter than average for an elf, he stands at 6’3, though he does tend to slouch a little bit. He has long pale hair falling to his mid-back, usually sporting at least two mini braids. He hates formal clothing, and as such typically wears whatever is loosest and most comfortable while still being somewhat socially acceptable. Somewhat. He’s quite a go-with-the-flow kind of person, and hates his people’s uptight nature. Eidrich is the kind to crack a joke, the awful kind that will be followed by nothing but chirping crickets. Then he himself would laugh to fill the silence. He’s not the greatest problem solver, either not taking something seriously enough or just not being able to think it through rationally. He’s not the kind to think step-by-step, but rather wants to skip to the end. He’s definitely not a socialite, either. He doesn’t dislike interaction, it’s just that most people tend not to find him very likable (since he has a hard time taking anything seriously) and he doesn’t exactly go out of his way to make a good impression on anyone. He doesn’t like to conform to societal standards, especially gender norms. Toxic masculinity? Never heard of her. Not afraid to scream, not afraid to cry, not afraid to giggle– he giggles a lot. It’s a really cute and endearing sort of giggle, sounding like birdsong (since he’s an elf and all; they’re just magical in general). As a whole, Eidrich is something of a loner, not upset to be on his own, yet he does enjoy the company of others. He’s typically thought of as “that one guy”, the one everyone knows of but nobody knows.
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: 206 words
Eidrich really just wants to enjoy life. He’s got an especially long one, given the lifespan of elves, and he wants to make it count. It’s not that he wants a life of adventure– that’s far too unpredictable, and he does not have the skill to make it through and come out on top, he is quite aware of that. He does, however, wish to travel the world. He wants to see just how vast it is, how different it is from the land wherein he was raised and continues to remain. He hears old stories and folktales about other places, and dreams of going there himself. The sea in particular is an idea which fascinates him. He hopes to someday be able to make a plan to find the sea, wherever that may be, but that is quite the task to undertake considering his difficulty in making step-by-step plans– and, furthermore, executing them. For what it’s worth, though, he is good at coming up with ideas. Not thinking them through, no, but concepts come naturally to him. And, he’ll often start anything that comes to mind. The problem, however, is finishing. Thus, he ends up with a surplus of unfinished projects at any given moment.
Dislikes and Fears: 128 words
As said, Eidrich hates conformity. He finds it all unnecessary, and expresses his own individuality whenever possible as a sort of rebellion. He also hates formality. Why waste time sugarcoating things in ten layers of politesse and pomp when you can just say what’s on your mind? He also tends to see rules and norms as more of a suggestion. A suggestion for him to completely ignore. His fears are often based in myths he hears from old tales passed down through the generations (unicorns? They sound like little monster demons). His largest fear, however, is death– a fear rather uncommon among elves due to their long lives. Perhaps this further alienates him from his people, but he can’t help dreading the day he draws his last breath.

Setting: 404 words
The story will take place in the halls of your choice of either a local middle or high school. It’s an odd hour to be at the school, though. We’re talking about in the dead of night. Through the windows you (as in, your character) can see the chilling gray atmosphere, the thick black clouds shrouding the moonless sky. The grass out front which you could have sworn a mere couple of hours ago had been perfectly green and healthy is now shriveled and husky, the trees likewise blackened and spindly. Crows cackle and cry faintly outside. The halls are terribly vast and spacious, seemingly far more so than any typical school’s halls should be. The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker unhelpfully– those that work, anyway. A little more than half of them don’t, regardless of however many combinations of light switches you try. This place seems like it hasn’t been cleaned for weeks. Dust clings to the edges of the floors, some of the walls have sticky streaks on the plaster, and certain hallways smell faintly of mold and mildew. A couple of ceiling tiles up above are either missing or broken, revealing exposed wires and tubing running through them. Sometimes a few of them spit a spark or two. The dirty linoleum tiles glint with a sinister light, reflected from the dim bulbs above. The air conditioner system rattles to life with a sudden WHUMP, followed by a whoosh as it pumps out chill air through the passageways. Most of the classroom doors are locked, though the ones lining a particular hallway on the way to the cafeteria hang ajar off of broken rusty hinges. Nothing else seems too terribly off about the rooms, though, other than the fact that no lights will work in them. In the cafeteria itself, one of the industrial freezers is busted open. There’s some sort of chanting or singing coming from the theater room, echoing faintly off the walls. All the lockers lining one particular wall are dented and smashed, locker 138 in particular hanging open, strangely not damaged. Why? No clue. For all its horror movie vibes, however, one thing strikes you as peculiar and almost laughable. Colorful tubes run through the ceilings and even some walls, and the sound you once assumed must be rats or perhaps roaches scurrying through the crumbling infrastructure you now realize to have been a bunch of hamsters.

Premise: 172 words
Your character has not slept in two days. For some reason or another (be it school, work, other external factors or simply repeated mental breakdowns every five minutes) they simply haven’t slept. They finally get to curl up in their bed, all their blankets nestled warmly around them, the pillow perfectly fluffed and flipped on the cool side, and are just on the cusp of sweet sweet unconsciousness… when another character starts practicing French horn in the next room over (or somewhere nearby where it would be heard). Unbelievable! Try as your character might to ignore it, that brass blaring is nothing if not insistent. After grunting in frustration and tossing and turning in bed a couple times, your character finally snaps. With a cry of outrage, they jump out of bed and stomp over to the other room and bust in. However, instead of finding the other character with that accursed instrument, they stumble upon a glowing pink and black and blue cosmic portal, everything in the nearby vicinity floating weightlessly.

Part 1 — Roleplay
https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Amethyst-animation/#comments-193490071 (Proof)

Part 2 — Character
Personality and Traits: Jasmine is rather graceful and sensible; the know-it-all in her class, and she’s sort of like the kind of child who’s worst nightmare is getting in trouble (She burst into tears and couldn’t stop for an hour when her teacher gave her a warning for not talking so loudly when she wasn’t even talking at all, which the teacher didn’t believe despite what her friends insisted) Her few friends are patient and are good at making her worry so much. She is constantly paranoid and hates being left alone and distracts herself by reading non-fiction books to get her score higher in class. If she gets anything worse than an A, she punishes herself in any way she feels will be the best to atone.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: She always says her hope is to become an accomplished journalist, but really, she just wants to stay out of trouble and be the “role-model” which prevents her from taking risks or doing something that a sensible adult would never allow her to. She’s very good at keeping herself occupied, but sometimes naturally she starts thinking of reading as bland, and it piles stress onto her when she has nothing to do apart from staring outside the window, her memories uncomfortably trickling through her mind. Jasmine is amazing with young children and teaching them discipline, however. She can talk in a way that she talks to her teachers when she disagrees with them; respectful, but a silent question mark at the end of her sentences (For example: “Mrs , that theory is very interesting, it makes sense how . But I wonder if might mean ” but in a way that doesn’t sound like she’s mocking them or anything) If anything gets out of hand, she’s good at using her calm voice to calm them down. Deep down below, however, she’s a bit lonely, because sometimes her scarce friends aren’t there, but she’s quite amazing at hiding it even from herself by distracting herself with books.

Dislikes and Fears: She’s terrified of loud noises, spiders, frogs, getting in trouble, and anything that worms outside her day-to-day routine. Jasmine dislikes changes in her world; the normal day, a minor surprise when there’s a sudden exam around the corner, is easy for her to tackle. But anything larger than that (for example; a flood around her area) will cause her to panic immediately. Jasmine is more of an inside-girl. But her lack of friendships causes her to suck up the ones that her friends provide her, and really feel a loyal bond. She’d probably push through her fears to try to help them in the life-or-death scenario… but it’d be a hard choice…
One thing that causes her to cling onto the few friendships she has is her parents. They never pay much attention to her, other than when she does anything wrong, where they scold her pretty harshly. That’s part of the reason she’s a “perfectly well-behaved child” — the concept of her parents getting mad at her. Jasmine tries to do something which gets their attention — prove herself continuously to be one of the smartest in her grade — but they’re not one for rewards or kindness.
Jasmine knows she shouldn’t care, but she can’t help herself from glancing over to her parents every once in a while, hoping their strict mask might slip and reveal the kindness inside… but perhaps that moment will never come.

Part 3 — Setting
The Odd Marshland
Inside this marshland, where thick mist and squelchy mud is enough to unease many, there is no dangers. None at all. Apart from, perhaps, the danger of being lost. Many enter “The Odd Marshland” for the hope of finding a rare specimen, or herb. Most come out, but a few don’t. Before you start having ideas of terrible monsters lurking in the marsh, this is just the fact that when you step from one patch of mud to another, a mist could easily roll behind you, and you could lose your sense of direction. But this is simple fact is unknown to many, and so many myths
lie around this strange place. The Odd Marshland has things like The Magahonytail Bird — one of the rarest types of animals which can only feast on the unusual types of mushroom called the Illuminating Fungi — or the Bio-Shelled Snail, who’s shell can be worth ten-thousands upon ten-thousands of dollars, but is registered as an endangered specimen, hence meaning its shell-farming is illegal. Some come in here simply to appreciate these strange sights, and don’t take the warnings of being unable to see most of the marsh very seriously.

Part 4 — Premise
“I’m sure they’re fine”
When your main character arrives at school (or work) they go wearily into their classroom, and they sit down at their desk. However, their best friend/anyone who has a connection to them, is not there today! Disappointed, your main character settles down for the day. However, their mind keeps going back to the point that their best friend is never late, and has never missed a day of school — and would surely tell the main character when they were going.
Slightly worried for their best friend, they arrive at their best friend’s doorstep and try to talk to them. However, who comes out is a pale mother, who explains how the main character’s best friend is missing. Now your character must embark on a treacherous journey (and a rather short one, perhaps) to find their best friend before it’s too late.

Part 5 — Bringing It Together
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=2#post-6067108 — character
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=72#post-6117970 — setting
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=1#post-6104343 — premise

I changed a few things. Credit to @–CherryCloud– for the poem, and the characters, settings, and premises are on the above links

Lia gulped nervously, one hand on the edge of the classroom door. Students bustled hurriedly as they jostled students into the light-blue walls, slamming heads into lockers, trapping fingers in doorways, and, as Lia saw, one student falling head-first into an overflowing rubbish bin. The claustrophobic feeling pressed onto her and she swayed, trying not to collapse.
“Mr Chu?” Lia said quietly, taking a quick step back and closing the small, faded door. Even though the sound of the door screeching as it turned its hinges didn’t bother her when the noise of arguing and chatting students fell quiet. The mixed, heavy feeling in her stomach ceased, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Hm?” The science teacher queried, not looking up from a stack of complicated-looking paperwork.
“I’m… just…” her words failed her, and she closed her eyes in despair. Why was she so bad at talking to everyone?
Luckily, Mr Chu was too preoccupied in scrawling a messy signature that he didn’t pay much attention to her. But unluckily, Mr Chu would notice her if she slumped in a corner of the room with her bulging school bag on her knees.
Time to face that noise again, Lia thought nervously. For inspiration, she glanced around the hallway for some posters; a few were fluttering on the top of the students’ heads. She spotted Ms Brownfield’s class, though, and giggled when she saw the words blazing in bright red words: “What if algebra teachers are really pirates, and are using us to find the ‘x’?”
That laugh blossomed a small, brave bubble in her, and it swelled, as though protecting her. She put a reluctant hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and stepped outside…
…succeeding in her head being slammed into the edge of a outside table.
“Ow,” Lia winced, hobbling from one foot to another. Through damp eyes, she searched for the one that had caused her this pain.
She didn’t need to try. An eye was tracking her; a thin mouth smugly smirking. The person had sleek hair, a few strands covering out his left eye. His school-shirt was ruffled, his grey-white socks pulled up in different varying levels. He was like the polar opposite of Lia — who was speckless, tidy, and polite. She felt disgusted for a moment, until her courage melted away and she wished nothing more than to melt into the background and become uninteresting again.
Lia shrunk back, trying to shoo away the throbbing pain. Summing up some of her small bravery, she asked the person, “Well?”
The tone of defiance she had been aiming for decided to hide. Hide and curl up in a pitiful ball of shame, Lia guessed. The words came out more as a squeak.
“Well, what?” asked the boy, a nasty scowl appearing at his mouth. A gleam of something Lila didn’t like at all appeared at his light blue eyes.
“You— well—”
The boy raised his eyebrows.
“Nothing.” She finished lamely. The pain in the back of her hair disagreed, but she waved it away.
“Well then,” the boy sniffed, glaring at her. “I’ll be heading my way.” Chin high in the air, the boy strutted away, miraculously keeping untouched by the other children.
Feeling her cheeks go red, Lia waited for a few moments for another wave of students to pass by, then stepped forwards into the stream of children.

———

“No way.”
“Yes way.” Lia giggled, then took a small, elegant bite out of her sandwich. It was toasted skilfully with melted cheese dripped on the sides, and frozen at just the right moments. Toasties were one of Lia’s mother’s excellent recipes.
She was sitting on rough sandstone blocks placed in rows of eight up the hill. They were overlooking the unevenly-cut oval, which was currently being taken over by a vicious bunch of boys playing “soccer”, or rather were trying to knock out each other.
Lia was currently sitting with her friend Keira, and they were discussing the latest gossip. During the small pause in the conversation, Lia glanced down at the oval. The boys were now surrounding a single player with the ball, who looked rather queasy.
Then one of the boys in the ring shot out, hair flying out either side. His studded shoes struck the ball, which flew smoothly to the opposite side. Lia was quiet for a moment, impressed, until the boy turned around to run back to defend his goal.
Lia pinched Keira at the shoulder. “Look!” She whispered, pointing at the boy. “He’s the one I told you about!”
“The one who deliberately threw you into a table?” asked Keira mildly. An odd look was appearing at her eyes.
She waved her hand in front of Keira. “Yup. Now please tell me that look wasn’t what it looked like.”
“I mean—” Keira struggled for a moment for words. “He’s cool. And he seems nice. He reads books.”
Lia rolled her eyes. “As if.” Then on a more teasing tone, she added, “What’s his name?”
“Lucas.” Keira replied distantly.
Lia grinned.

———

Her breath was as soft as a dove’s feather
Tickling the back of my neck
As she whispered into me
“I'll make this better,
I promise”
Lia suck the tip of her pencil, and stared at the half-filled page. She was in the library — a wonderful, quiet and peaceful place she loved to be in, especially when writing poems. The soothing scent of old books filled her nose as she breathed in and out, captured in the midst of the poem.
She thought for a moment, imagining the complicated and deep feelings of the main character of the poem, then twisted her pencil in her fingers, and dragged the paper closer to her. Lia was about to scratch words on the sheet when she realised the poem, in fact, wasn’t in front of her.
“What’s this?” a scornful voice mockingly asked Lia. “Some— I don’t know. What is this handwriting?”
Lia’s neck prickled uncomfortably. She knew this voice, and was beginning to loathe it with her entire being. Nevertheless, she slumped into her chair.
“Hmm.” The voice disrupted her again. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
Still determinedly looking away, she replied in a small but respectful tone; “No. What use is arguing? You just get mad at the other person — and they still believe in their own point of view. I personally don’t find my handwriting bad, but if you do, that’s your opinion.”
Mr Chu had, in fact, complimented her for her cursive but neat handwriting before. But she wasn’t about to say it to this boy.
The paper slammed back on the desk in front of her, edges slightly crumpled. She looked around in surprise.
“I’ve never heard anyone say that.”
Although not invited, slipped into a chair beside Lia.
“If you’re part of my group, you have to be tough. You have to disagree about everything or you’ll be considered a coward, and all the boys in that group will ignore you; spread rumours about you; shame you. But… you don’t have to. And that’s interesting.” He paused for a moment. “Maybe I can try being like that. Maybe I shouldn’t care about the other boys.”
He stood up, tucking the chair in. Lia blinked at him. She wouldn’t’ve guessed that he would have even known how to be tidy, but there he was, carefully taking a book out of the shelf and putting it gently under his shoulder.
Lucas walked slowly past shelves and shelves of orderly stacked books, and just as he reached the end of the aisle, he turned around. His eyes were twinkling suddenly, and his mouth curled into a smile.
“It’s not bad. The poem. In fact, I like it. A lot.”
Then the shelves hid him from view, and he was gone.
Lia stared after his shadow, slightly startled by the sudden character change. Confused but happier, she checked out a book from the library, and walked back to her classroom.

Link to parts one, two , three n 4 (above divider -)