Four years ago
October 12th, 20XX|8:53 am|Hampton Academy, Junior's Dorms
"Clyde?"
Clyde stirred. God, it was cold. He hated being cold; that's why he slept with 3 fleece blankets and a comforter. And yet, somehow, it didn't help today. He scrunched himself into a ball, trying to get warm, to fall asleep-
"Clyde, wake up."
He threw his pillow at the voice.
Bad choice.
Anton Greeves threw the pillow back, hitting Clyde's face with enough force to sting his face. Clyde groaned, and replied by further burying himself into his covers. Why couldn't Anton just leave, damn it, and let Clyde have his rest?
He could hear Anton open the curtains and turned on the AC. "Dammit Johnson, you're gonna be late for class. Hell, you've already missed breakfast, and I am not going to be blamed again for you missing class, not on my watch. I mean, seriously man, do you even care if you get in trouble?"
Clyde really didn't care. He wanted to sleep. So what if Anton got blamed for Clyde's absence; he didn't like Anton much anyways.
He felt his covers being tugged.
Clyde kicked, and hit Anton in the groin.
Anton groaned. "What the hell, man?" he exclaimed.
Clyde was, regrettably, awake now. He sat up, wincing at how bright the room had become, and glared at Anton.
"Don't ever try to pull off my covers again," he growled.
Anton rolled his eyes. "Ok, fine. I won't do that again. But you weren't getting up, Clyde."
"So? Maybe I didn't want to get up. Maybe I just wanted to stay in bed forever."
He gave Clyde a withering look. "Could you just get ready? Unlike you, I actually want to be on time for class."
Clyde stretched and rubbed his face. "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there. Why don't you just go on without me, if you're so concerned about being on time."
Anton raised an eyebrow. "Are you actually going to show up?"
Clyde grabbed his phone and turned it on. "Yeah, I will. If I'm not, you can just text me and tell me how you knew I wasn't going to show up." He meant it as a joke, but Anton nodded and left, leaving Clyde alone.
God, he hated that kid.
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Sooooo this is pretty much what I have so far. The next "chapter" is a continuation of this one; that's why it seems so short.
Sorry if the dialogue is a bit...unnatural. I don't usually socialize, sooooo this is all inference. If anyone has any suggestions about how to make the diaouge more natural, please comment! What I have written is the gist of what I want (Anton being pissed at Clyde not getting up, and Clyde being pissed at Anton because he woke him up and all Clyde really wants to do is sleep)
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Mystery / ThrillerClyde Johnson is dead. He remembers dying very clearly. The pain flooding through his system, ebbing away at his vision, until everything went dark, empty. And yet somehow, for the past 4 years, he's still existed. He was almost identical to everyon...
