THE INTROVERT A WILLY NILLY STORY

CHAPTER 1

(The view of the bright skies, down to the tall buildings of new York city, moving vehicles and various people going about their various activities.

Voice of protagonist-- Hi, ok you all might be thinking, "who the fuck is this guy, like what am I seeing right now" and then you might wanna look away, but don't. cause this, is an amazing story of me. and now, you will be like, "who are you" well, only one way to find out who I am and what this story is about. well people, this, is the INTROVERT, which is well me, and this is my WILLY NILLY STORY.

A tall teen with green eyes in uniform is seen constantly kicking another student lying on the floor, cheers from student around are becoming rampant all eyes are on the enforcer and the enforced.

Tall teen: huh, huh---- (chanting in anger) you little fuck!

Voice of protagonist: you might also be wondering why that tall dude with sexy eyes is beating up that other dude on the floor. well, lets back up a little to the beginning of my story

1st February of 2022

(A messed up room with cloths and books walls are decorated with pictures of superman, Timon{our protagonist, a 16 year old black American} is sleeping recklessly at the edge of his bed, the alarm on the table full of books beside him starts ringing timon rotates to the center of his bed then sits up)

Timon: (wakes, completely exhausted) urh, freaking alarm (looks at the alarm) 9:30 (says reluctantly) 9:30 (repeats slowly) 9:30 (gets off his bed) 9;30!

Voice of protagonist: my name is Timon Dikrol...

(Timon rushes into the bathroom)

Voice of protagonist: And I woke up really late on a school day, for the first time in my...oh, sorry, no lying (chuckles) more like everyday of my life as I can remember.

(A tall black woman with a buzz cut immediately opens the door and walks in)

Mrs dikrol: (storms out) Timon, what the hell are you doing in the bathroom, why cant you be like other normal kids and wake up and get ready before 9:30?

(Timon is brushing his teeth swiftly)

Mrs dikrol: you better get ready before 10, or you will be sorry! what a kid (mutters to herself and walks out shutting the door behind her)

(Timon rushes out the bathroom in his underwear like his been waiting for her to leave just to do so. he starts dressing in his uniform quickly)

Voice of protagonist: I didn't take a shower, and trust me that was not my first, as I noticed it wasn't that big of a deal for me at school

(Timon picks up his bag and puts some books in it, he walks out then down the stairs quickly. now in the dikrols house living room)

Timon: mom, am ready!

(Mrs dikrol walks out the kitchen)

Voice of protagonist: That's my mom, she's a black, and that was one of the things I got from her, and just so you know, we met under normal circumstances, the giving birth, then after some months to maybe years, I called her mom, she's amazing, little aggressive at times, but I love her.

Mrs dikrol: you didn't have your bath.

Timon: mom, you said leave before 10.

Mrs dikrol: yeah, that doesn't mean... (changes her voice in an annoying manner) don't take your bath.

Timon: (walks close to her) mom, don't worry, I'll be fine, am really late.

Mrs dikrol: (gives him a bag) your launch.

Timon: (takes it) what is it?

Mrs dikrol: The usual----(draws her words and smiles)

voice of protagonist: The usual, vegetable sandwich, urh! I hate those

Timon: (smiles at her) love it

Mrs dikrol: now make sure you have your launch and nothing else

Timon: alright bye, (turns, heading out)

Mrs dikrol: Timon!

(Timon turns back to her)

Mrs dikrol: (gets serious) you have that sandwich or you would be sorry. (smiles) I love you

(Timon walks out, then out the porch and looks around, he runs to his right then stops...)

Timon: nope (shakes his head and looks to his left) shortcut.

(A man(45) with a bald in a white pyjamas walks out from his house and picks up a newspaper)

Mr Alfred: (sights timon) kiddo! (smiles and spreads his arms)

Timon: oh, good morning Mr Alfred

Voice of protagonist: Mr Alfred, more like Mr inquisitive, he's our neighbour, maybe our only neighbour, this guy asks so many questions, my mom avoids him all the time, and, I don't really blame her

Mr Alfred: morning, how did you sleep?

Timon: awesome (smiles) I need to go to school, am really late

Mr Alfred: hm----- same school or new one?

Timon: same

Mr Alfred: why did you wake so late? (asks quickly)

Timon: well...

Mr Alfred: (cuts in) did your mom wake so late too?

Timon: ok (smiles) I gotta go (runs off towards his left)

Mr Alfred: hey, you off to school or something?!! (turns and starts walking to his door, he stops) what was I doing out here again? (says to himself in confusion then looks at the newspaper in his hand) oh (walks into his house)

Written by

John Clinton

Thanks for reading, you don't wanna miss chapter 2, trust me.