The ChatterBox and its Inhabitants (Chapter One: Unknown Greeter)

You are walking into the large double doors with your backpack strapped on.1

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I smiled to everybody and waved. They all ignored me and kept doing what random stuff they were doing in the first place. I frowned and headed toward the large door with GIRLS printed on the front. I sprinted down to the end of the hall where it said "Normal Memberships" and went into my room. There was a nice bed, a small writing desk with a drawer, a window with blinds and curtains, and a dresser. I pulled back the curtains and let the light into my room. 3

KNOCK KNOCK.4

"Come in," I yelled with a grin large enough to touch my ears. Someone was finally coming to visit me in this strange place. A guy with jet-black hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a white t-shirt stood at my door. "Who are you," I asked with a smile on my face.5

"Hey! I'm Aaez!"6

We shook hands and he led me to the main room.7

"There are many couches in here. StoryWrite citizens like to destroy these couches. Very few actually sit on them. Our group system is about like a high school group systems are. Usually the sports people, or the Jocks, are fighters. The cheerleaders tend to be those in need of rescue. And... IS THAT A WATERMELON! OH MY LAWD! Whoops. Mistake. It was a picture. T.T no watermelon... Anyway. There are vampires, warriors, ninjas, werewolves, elven people, and several more to that list of imaginary people. There are people with flamethrowers and sniper rifles, rocket launchers, and pistols... So basically you need to watch your back."8

THAT WAS THE DAY I MET AAEZ