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       My NaNoWriMo Story...Kinda
       By: piano_freak Date: November 4, 2019, 10:12 pm
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       So, this isn't really my NaNoWriMo story, but book 2 of my
       series will be. Yes, I'm starting a sequel before I finish the
       first book. Yes, I know that it's not very good planning.
       Anyway, I don't really write very often, but these are just
       going to help me plan out a comic book/story/whatever. I do want
       to know your opinions on my story so far. This is the beginning
       to my first book. I have more to it, but it sucks, so I'll just
       post this part.
       Wait.
       Where am I?
       I don't remember…
       I open my eyes.
       I try to speak a few words. "Wh-What? When did I-" I'm somewhere
       different than I was last. Huh? Where was I last again? I don't
       know that either...! I think I'm under a table? I crawl up out
       from under it. I sit on the chair attached to the desk I was
       under. I'm in a medium-small room. It has about ten desks and a
       chalkboard. The windows seem to be tinted so we can't see
       through them. Hey, wait, there's something written on the board!
       It says, "Welcome!" What's going on? Somehow I just...ended up
       here? Let me think back a bit…
       All I can remember is...the horrible scraping sound of metal on
       metal. It hurts my head thinking about it. I stand up and look
       around the room again..."Holy-" I almost jump out of my skin.
       Under each of the desks, there is a person. They must be in the
       same situation as me! They're most likely students around my
       age. They all appear to be unconscious.
       I walk around the room to investigate what is here. Not much.
       Even the teacher's desk is completely bare. I check behind
       everything I can. I check in all of the cupboards. Nothing. I
       look at the students. All I can see of them is their hair and a
       general idea of their clothing. They are all wearing nice and
       fancy clothing. What do I look like? I can't really tell, there
       aren't any mirrors to be found. I look down at my clothes...Huh?
       This doesn't seem like something I'd wear.
       I'm wearing a beautiful dress. It is black and has rose gold
       accents. My hair is dirty blond and is grown to about my thigh,
       but it's in a braid. Am I dressed for an event? Are all of us
       dressed for an event? Everyone looks so elegant, even down on
       the floor. It's odd. Should I wake them up? Should I yell?
       Should I do nothing? Should I look for help? Should I leave the
       room?
       I jump as I hear a high pitched ding! I look around frantically
       to see where it came from. The chalkboard! It changed! It now
       reads,"Wake them up." Alright. I'll start with waking up the
       person who caught my eye the most, I guess. There was one person
       that I was looking at...The third person in the second row She
       has her orange hair in a fancy bun. It also has a beautiful
       paper flower in it. She is wearing a stunning emerald green
       dress. How should I wake her up?
       I hear another ding! I look at the chalkboard. "Just tap them.
       That should be enough to wake them up." Really? I guess it's
       worth a shot. I tap her on the shoulder. To my suprise, she
       jerks awake immediately. She looks around the room. Her gaze
       drifts over to me. I look at her awkwardly. Her face
       is...indescribable. It looks kind, but stern and serious. She
       has big, round glasses framing her yellow eyes.
       "Hi!" I say to her, not sure what else to do. She looks confused
       out of her mind.
       "W-Who are you?" She asks. She looks frightened.
       "Asuka Hikari. And you?"
       "...Hanae Fuahi."
       "Nice to meet you."
       "Where-"
       "Where are you? I have no clue. I'm in the same situation as
       you. I just happened to wake up first. Let me just fill you in
       on what I've found. We're in a strange classroom with only
       desks, chairs, cabinets, cupboards, and a chalkboard that can
       change its message in less than a second. There are eight other
       students in here under the desks, unconscious, just like we
       were. All of us are wearing some kind of fancy clothing. I seem
       to have no clue of how I got here. Aaaand, that's about it." The
       girl just stares at me with her harsh yellow eyes for a few
       seconds.
       "...I wouldn't believe this under a normal circumstance, but
       this is clearly not normal. So, You look pretty trustworthy,
       Asuka. So I guess I'll trust you. For now at least..."
       "Thanks, Hanae. You don't have to trust me. I can prove that I'm
       not lying. Here, I'll help you up." I reach out my hand.
       Reluctantly, she takes my hand and gets out from underneath the
       desk. I help her up. "Okay, chalkboard, can you change your
       message or something?” The chalkboard makes the ding! noise
       again and changes its message to “Okay, sure.”
       "...Huh. You are right, I guess."
       "Hey, what do we need to do next?"
       There's the ding! "Wake up all of the others. I told you this
       already."
       "...Wow. That's actually pretty neat."
       "Yeah, right? Anyways, let's start waking people up and filling
       them in on what's going on."
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