The Writers Story

Chapter One

Chapter One

Samuel Evans

Reality is so boring as a writer I'm supposed to take the reader away from this reality and put them in a whole new world with new people, new rules, and new things. All reality has to offer Is go to work, make money, spend said money, build a family. It's just so repetitive, so bland and boring. As a writer I transport these people to new places, but as a writer I know how things end so I can never join the reader in the new world. I long for something more. I slouched in my chair as I looked at the ceiling, there's nothing good to write about anymore. Writing is becoming repetitive now. There's a protagonist, antagonist, a love interest, the quirky best friend, and the traumatic back story. That's all you need for a good book. It all ends the same by the protagonist seeing what friendship really is while saving the day and getting his crush in the process.

What I would give to be a protagonist to find adventure, love, and never having a dull moment. Oh what I would give. I looked down towards the computer screen and the page was empty besides one sentence, no one phrase, 'Chapter one'. The cursor blinked as though it was impatiently waiting for me to type. A critically acclaimed author by the age of 14, all of my writings are foolish though. Why is it praised? It's simple like I said all books end the same and start the same.

Tik..Tik..Tik

The cursor blinks, give me a second let me think! I cant think I can't write, frustration boiled as I swung my arm out hitting my cup. Great, I thought sarcastically as it fell to the floor shattering.

After I cleaned the mess I flopped into bed waiting for a text or something to pop up. Saying something that could lead me to adventure. After 30 minutes I became bored. All I did was just lay there staring at a black screen waiting for my phone to buzz. I became impatient now I turned on my phone hoping I missed something, nothing. All I could do now was sleep and pray that tomorrow my adventure will start.

A traumatic backstory is what every protagonist has, it's for the reader to sympathize with the charter and for the reader to route for the hero. An idea, one that didn't just pop up in my head but one that had been sitting in my mind for a while now. I can still be the protagonist, right? Even if I have to force it.

The warm liquid seeped through my fingers as tears ran down my face the walls and floors were covered in the red substance. I held her close to my chest, I'm sorry mom this is the only way to achieve my goal. The beautiful sound of sirens filled the air. Finally, it took them forever. Flashing lights appeared through the windows, alternating between red and blue. A few more tears rolled down my face, as they busted in. Everything became a blur as I held her tight and refused to let her go, it made it seem more believable this way if I couldn't let go.

A poor boy in highschool, an innocent boy with perfect grades, a perfect life, an author. Sitting lying in his own parents blood crying, screaming for his mom to wake up. The killer left fleeing the scene, leaving the poor boy alone with the corpses. That's it, that's the story the killer broke in. He shall be my antiganist though he doesn't actually exist, he shall for now until I find a better suited antagonist. He broke in with a grudge against the boy. No! That's not it; he was jealous of the boy's fame and glory of what he wrote at such a young, pfft. Any fool would believe that though it may seem like now my life's perfect, I'm famous! Blah, Blah, Blah... I already said I want to be something more, who cares about fame when adventure awaits. The boy hid in a closet watching his parents be killed, yeah that's it! The boy called the cops while inside the closet. Making the killer flee the scene when the sirens came. That's it!

The police station was cold, and damp. The cops wrapped me in blankets, brought me hot chocolate and tried to ease my nerves from the traumatic events. I told the cops everything about the "man" my antagonist, but all they could do was look at me and try to comfort me. They told me "everything will be alright" and how they're "sorry for my loss". A police officer stayed by my side the whole time his. He was a large man who kept trying to feed me doughnuts, he thought it would calm my nerves. The night flew by.

Morning came along with it bringing my aunt and uncle, this will do I guess. My aunt hugged me and told me what everyone else has been telling me: "Everything is going to be okay" and "I'm sorry for your loss". I quickly became bored and annoyed by those phrases. The car ride to my aunt's house was very peaceful. I guess it gave me time to think of what to do next.

What I needed next was the "quirky best friend" trope. In which I met at my new school, honestly I could play out many ways of finding this bestfriend but the car ride let me think about this and the right way to play it out. I wanted to get myself the spunky comical friend that these tend to be the fan favorites, these charters bring out the hero's other sides and it helps us understand the hero better, in many ways. This charter could always be easily killed off, usually breaking the hearts of the reader, but it makes the reader route for the protagonist more. Hoping the hero will get revenge for their friend. But that's only if they become a problem, otherwise I'll keep them around.