Arcadia: Amorphous

Chapter 7: May Luck, Crash a Party Tonight

Still me, David. Sick of me yet? I told you I was the main character. I mean, we are all the main characters of our own stories, are we not. This story just happens to be mine, probably? Mostly, kind of. Statistically speaking all 7 billion people, or like thousand or so students have an equal probability of being the main character, the most important characters in this story, this life. Even though it is my life I am observing from, the odds are better than not, that I am only a side character to them, the all-important protagonist of life. Hell, I could even be the antagonist, or maybe I'm in their prequel, before becoming the wise old mentor. I could be the super sexy love interest for a story trying to make women feel empowered, by shamelessly branding them as a blank slate or Mary Sue.

You know, now that I'm saying it out loud. I'm like 14. I should probably not be the sexy love interest. Unless this is a rom-com and I'm going to run into my next-door neighbor who moved away when we were kids, and now that I'm thinking it out loud, I realized my childhood neighbor's name was Frank, not Franky and the long hair was just because he was too lazy to get it cut.

I'm joking, Frank is not real, well the one I just made up is, isn't. I never lived next door to a kid named Frank.

My point was that math says I am likely not the most important person in this story. However, Descartes claimed that the only one true truth we call all cling to, is that we ourselves exist, as we are thinking beings, and as such must exist in some form to be thinking about existence at all. This is my bad way of explaining that, I might be the only person in this story and everyone else is just a figment, hallucination, robot created to make me think they were real. It is in this case that, yes I must be the most important person, the main character, the pro-and-only-taginest.

Something strange happened, well in Arcadia they say, that David's big ego, grew 3 sizes that day.

Ok, enough intro, time to get down to brass tacks, even though steal would last longer, and tin is probably cheaper. A quick rundown, of my day so far. Woke up, ate food, kept working on kestal refinement in homeroom, followed by meditation in Basics of Magical Theories, ate lunch, dicked around in combat training, semi-slept through history, and boom here I am at free period heading to the green to spend time with an insufferable fuck twat.

"Ah, David, so good of you to show up." said, said fuck twat.

"Ok Blake, cut the shit. You don't like me, I don't like you, we can go our separate ways right now, and just find each other annoying in private, deal?" Short to the point, I think my proposition was as civil as it would ever get.

"Thought as much."

"Good, then.."

"I knew you were a quitter." He smiled, his sleeveless cunty arms folding in front of him.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, I just had you sized up from class. Got in without trying, got a kestal first try. You're lazy, never put the effort in, quit when things get tough, too I bet. Bit surprised you'd quit before trying though."
"Yep, I'm a quitter, not worth your precious time." I turned to walk away. He was baiting me, not sure why, but he wanted me to stay, probably to prove something. But honestly, I have nothing to prove. My circumstances might be a bit odd, and I'm starting off behind the rest of the class, but I have time to catch up. And he might not think much of me, but who gives a fuck.

"So this is the American tenaciousness in action."

"Back home they call me Tenacious D" I said not even bothering to look back at him.

"So sad, I expected more."

I turned, "No you fucking didn't." I spat as he smirked. "Seriously cut the shit. You got some angle, you want something, just say it. Stop being so damn sneaky and arrogant, you suck at both."