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> But not exclusively so.
>You're not sure
Alright. You feel like a boy, somewhat. But that may be subject to change. We'll default to he/him pronouns for now, but if you feel like you prefer they/them, just say the word.
The next most important decision is your appearance. Now that you are an adolescent, you are able to freely choose how you present yourself. There are, of course, certain aspects of your appearance that you cannot change. But there are others, such as your clothing, peircings or tattoos, and even your hair are all something you can personalize to your liking.
So, how do you look?
> T-shirt with your favorite game, blue hair
>You always wear a chicken costume
> Said game is Final Fantasy
> Also, he/they
>A souvenir hoodie you got from a place you went for vacation with Aerith's old charm around your neck is tucked inside of your shirt.You are also wearing a pair of baggy pants and running shoes.You have curly dark brown hair that's just above your shoulders.
>Go try and make a good first impression to the other students.
> Dance to You Are A Pirate
> Act as the right's ONE JOKE (attack military helicopter)
>Do not do Playing's suggestion
> Get friends
Very well. You wear the souvenir hoodie over a t-shirt with the logo for Final Fantasy XIII, the objectively best Final Fantasy, in your personal opinion. Clearly, you have grown up into a young fellow with excellent taste. Your hair is curly and long and a deep, vibrant blue. And of course, you always keep Aerith's good luck charm with you at all times.
No, you just did that! Sure, from your perspective it's been five years, but it'd be silly to do the same sequence twice in a row, narratively.
You do your best, and overall it goes pretty well. Really, your town is small enough that you already know most of the people going in, but it doesn't hurt to give your best presentation. High school is all about how you present yourself, after all.
However, high school as well comes and goes in a flash. You don't really make a big name for yourself, but you prefer it that way, choosing to stick to your circle of friends. After all this time, you're still best friends with Bob, and you still hang out with Cannonfodder on the weekends. Also, you're mature enough to stop calling her Cannonfodder.
Before you know it, you're seventeen, in your senior year. There's only five days left until graduation, and only seven days until your eighteenth birthday. But until then, you have finals week to worry about.
You wake up bright and early on the First Day. What do you do?
Edited by Afterwards on Sep 21st 2019 at 10:47:05 AM
> Study. Make mama proud!
> Prepare for birthday
>Ditch the exams and go to a totally schweet frat party.
>Look at College Applications
> Cut the rope and use it for hanging up flashcards
>Try to learn how to do taxes.
You take a look at your to do list. They're not written in any particular order, making it a little chaotic. You make a mental note to organize them by priority later. You realize, though, that one of the things you put as a joke, actually isn't that funny. You cross it out and replace it with
Good. There we go.
However, you've only got a little bit of time before school, and your first exam. You could probably only do one of these things, for now. The frat party's out of the question, but other than that, what do you do?
Edited by Afterwards on Sep 21st 2019 at 12:26:52 PM
> Make flash cards.
>Get study tips from your closest friends.
> Call Cannonfodder Tabitha.
> Listen to some sweet tunes on the way to school
>Have existential crisis
There we go. You think you have just enough time to write up a couple flash cards, though you may have to wait till after school to hang them up. Regardless, you start to scribble down some info from your notes onto a bunch of small index cards, color coding them by subject.
The process is pretty menial though, so you decide to do something else to occupy your mind while you do it.
"Heeeey, Steph!" Tabitha answers. "What brings you here this early?"
"Eh, just bored, doing some studying for finals week," you explain. "Say, you're the smartest person I know. Got any tips for studying?"
Tabitha snorts, and you can practically hear her rolling her eyes at you. "That's pretty flattering, considering I'm a grade under you. Class of 2019 not doing so hot, huh?"
"Yeah, most kids in my grade are more interested in going to college parties and drinking their regrets away."
"Shouldn't they make sure they can get into college before worrying about college parties?" Tabitha wonders.
You shrug. Then you remember you're on the phone so she can't see you shrugging. "I dunno. Speaking of which though, you coming with us to the party this weekend?"
"Your birthday, or Bob's crazy frat party?"
"Uhh, the latter, haha. But my birthday too."
"You know I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world. I'll get back to you on the frat party."
You chuckle. "Alright. So, study tips?"
"Right. You may think it's silly, but I'll give you the best study tip I've ever received: Take breaks, and stay hydrated. Studies show studying for long hours on end with no stimulation can actually decrease performance immensely."
You smirk. "Hey, be careful telling me that. I'll probably study for an hour and then take a break for three."
Tabitha laughs. "Okay, take breaks, but manage your time wisely. You don't wanna fail your exams!"
"Yeah, you got that right. How else am I gonna drink my regrets away at college?"
The two of you continue talking and joking around as you write down your flash cards. Tabitha was pretty introverted when you first met her, and she still kind of is, but now you find she's a lot more lively and friendly when she talks to you. You can't help noticing this, and you feel happy for her.
Come to think of it, the change didn't really start until you stopped calling her Cannonfodder.
You got FLASH CARDS!
Studying will now lower your sanity at a very decreased rate!
You take a glance at your clock and notice the time. 7:58. Oh no, you're gonna be late!!
"Yo, I gotta go. See you this weekend, yeah?"
"You got it. Oh god, I didn't realize how late it was."
"Yeah. See ya."
You hang up, before gathering your stuff and shoving it in your backpack real quick. You then run out of your room into the kitchen, where your mom is there eating breakfast.
"Your food's gone cold," she lets you know.
"Yeah, sorry about that," you say, taking a single piece of toast. "Thanks, mom!" You then put the toast in your mouth before running out the door.
"Have fun at school, honey."
You mumble something incoherent with the toast in your mouth before shutting the door behind you. You run down onto the driveway, fumbling frantically for your keys. After a few agonizing seconds, you manage to get them into the ignition and speed off to school.
On your way there, you turn on your playlist on shuffle, since it'll be at least three minutes and forty-five seconds before you get to school anyways. Today, the song is Inferno by Mrs. GREEN APPLE. Yeah, you love that anime shit.
You pull up at your high school, but can't help but sit at your car for a second. Like clockwork, the existential dread starts to set in.
You're late. This is it. Your teacher's gonna fail you for being late and you won't get into college and you'll spend the rest of your life at home being a burden to your poor single mother. What's the point of even trying? Hell, even if your failure wasn't assured, what would be the point in succeeding? Your time in this world is only temporary. Eventually we all die, and nobody knows what happens next. And after that, your accomplishments won't matter, because you'll be dead. Your accomplishments won't carry over into the next life. If there even is a next life! What if there isn't? What if you just disappear? The thought haunts and vexes you.
You pull the keys out of the ignition and head into class.
Your first final isn't that important, it's your elective, so the teacher is mostly grading based on participation.
What elective class have you chosen?
Edited by Afterwards on Sep 23rd 2019 at 4:10:37 AM
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