This Crazy Thing Called Life

Chapter 1

This is it. I am going to be starting a new chapter of my life. College. That's what I think as I walk out of the student help center at my new school, having just set myself up for my fall classes. The college was fairly new, having been constructed for the integration of humans and monsters, seeing as monsters and humans alike had a lot to learn from each other, a housing system, dormitory, daycare, elementary, middle, high school, and college were set up to help monsters integrate. This would be an opportunity for monsters and humans to teach each other their cultures. The classes I chose were art appreciation, freshmen sem, principles of bio, writing,  and monster culture. I feel anxious, but I think it's in a good way.

I arrive home and my mom ask me how the meeting went.

"Good, the counselor helped me set up my classes, and she was nice," I answer.

"That's great!" She replied. I then went to my room and put my stuff down, beginning my chores. I fed and water my cats and dog and took out the trash. I kept an eye on my brothers while my mom cooked dinner. After dinner, I watched a few episodes of Spy x Family. After, I went to bed.

In the morning, I wake up and have grits and toast for breakfast. For most of the day, I babysit my brothers. After my parents and sister get home from work, It's time for chores. You know the drill. At about 7:00 Ish, it's the boys' bedtime, and I turn in for the night. I continue working on my crochet blanket while listening to a podcast I love called distractible on Spotify. In the podcast, run by three YouTubers, Mark Fischbach, Wade Barnes, and Bob Muyskens, they discuss current topics and then play some sort of word game where two of them are pitted against each other to try to win the chance to host the next podcast. New episodes are released every Monday. I open the podcast on Spotify and scroll to the newest episode and click on it. It is titled "The Atrocities of Summer". I also decided to sketch some portraits. At around 10:30 I went to bed.

Some days later, I was at the store and was almost done shopping. I was looking at the shelves, searching for the last thing I needed - bread. Where is the stupid are-

"Oof!" That was when I realized I hadn't been looking where I was walking, and I was on the floor. Not only that but there was a skeleton monster on the floor in front of me.

"Hey!" Came a shout from down the aisle. I saw the skeleton look behind him, and then turn his head and roll his eyes.

"How dare you to push this young lady down?! This is why monsters should go back to the underground!" said the stranger, who looked to be in his 50s. I was shocked. I knew there was prejudice against monsters, but I didn't think it could cause disputes over such small things.

"You leave him alone!" I exclaimed. I was beginning to feel the rage boiling. I stood and walked past the skeleton who now looked at me in slight surprise, as well as relief.

"First of all, how dare you talk to him like that! It was my fault in the first place for not looking where I was going! Not only that but what do you mean monsters should go back? They have been nothing but kind since they escaped their imprisonment! And you dare to say that? Not only that but your that old man who likes to blatantly misgender people! I am a man and will be addressed as such!" was enraged. Honestly, how dare he?

"W-well uh...! They're-they're just unnatural! And you're defending them? AND you're a tranny? You must be some kind of freak!" I ignored him, walking back to the monster, who looked amazed, even though I was just doing what was right. I helped him up, and as he thanked me, I decided to make a joke to lighten the mood.

"No bones about it, my dude." He froze, and I thought I made a mistake, but he burst out laughing and I sighed in relief. Seeing us both ignore him, the man left in a huff, shouting about how Id regret this.

"Thanks a skeleton though. The names Ketch. Ketch the skeleton." He holds out his hand for a shake. He seems nice enough, I thought. I took his hand and shook it, hearing a comical fart sound. I busted out laughing.

"The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, its always funny." He said, humor in his sockets. He seemed happy that I liked his joke.
"Ha! Good one! I'm Oliver, Oliver the human." We each pick up our groceries, and he suggests that we trade numbers. we do, then bid our goodbyes, going down different ends of the aisle. I spy the bread, grab it and head for the checkout. I pay for them and head on home. When I got home, I made some grilled cheese sandwiches and chips for dinner. After that, I painted with the paint palette I bought at the store. My phone pinged and I looked up from painting. I was added to a group chat!
I bet it was ketch. I thought.

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Groupchat

Ketchupislife

Hey its me, Ketch, you don't mind if I add my super cool brother do you? hes the coolest

OllieOllieOxenfree

Nah its all good dude

Ketchupislife

Great

Ketchupislife added TheGreatApollo to the chat

TheGreatApollo

Hello human! Its Nice to meet you!

OllieOllieOxenFree

hi, its nice to meet you too!

ketchupislife

So whats happening?

OllieOllieOxenFree

Not much, I just have work tomorrow

TheGreatApollo

Oh no! Human, you must get to bed!

OllieOllieOxenFree

Alright, night guys

TheGreatApollo

Goodnight, human!

ketchupislife

night

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Ignoring the insanely hilarious and implicating screenname Ketch had, I went to bed.
Tomorrow is another day. I thought as I drifted off.

Authors Note

This is my first time writing a book so please let me know what you think! Also if you have any ideas hmu.