Sweet Tea's Fanfic Unscripted (All I had done.)
I was going to sell books in-game. I only had two pages done before I perma. Was going to be an edgey Twilight version of events happening. Jari was going to be a grey white bear... I had plans for putting everybody's characters in it.
New town, same girl, same story—like a glitch in the universe refusing to update its programming. Banner High loomed ahead, all brick and bravado. My first day. Same nerves. Same practiced smile. I stepped through the front doors like I was walking into someone else’s story, but I knew better—this one was mine. Whether they liked it or not.
I wore my favorite shoes, even though the soles were thinning and the canvas was frayed from years of silent miles. Nothing flashy—just a pair of scuffed-up sneakers my dad gave me for my sixteenth birthday last summer. The summer everything cracked open. When Mom disappeared—not underground, not into the afterlife, but into something colder. Quieter. She was done. Done with Dad’s late-night poker losses and whiskey-stained promises. And me? I was still here. Laced up and stepping forward.
There wasn’t much difference between Banner High and the last school—same peeling paint, same air of barely-contained chaos. A few kids had been stabbed or shot just trying to make it to homeroom. And the principal? Still barking down the halls like some washed-up drill sergeant. “Quit running in the hallways, you pussies!” He screamed it as if it were a sacred mantra. You know. The usual.
By lunchtime, half the student body had either keeled over from dehydration or vanished in the Darwinian chaos of the cafeteria line. The popular kids claimed their usual kingdom beside the dumpsters—where the scent of rotting mystery meat only made them seem more untouchable. I didn’t dare sit there. They moved like they owned gravity. Rumor had it they were part of the Griddlepots family. No one knew exactly what that meant. But the way people whispered their name, you'd think they ran the school and maybe the county morgue too.
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