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[ AU ] Scriptor Ex Machina

idea → draft → edit → structure → format → publish

And honestly, getting stuck in any one of these can slow everything down.

Most writers don’t struggle with ideas…

it’s knowing what to do next that becomes confusing.

Where are you right now in your process?

If you’re working on something and feeling stuck, feel free to share it.

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“Emo guy x popular girl” “bwwm” “highschool sweethearts” “loser x popular”

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|Teaser|

Now, in my highschool years I'd say I'm pretty well known. Who am I kidding? If someone didn't know me in school I would definitely be surprised. Ever since sophomore year I've had more controversies and beefs that I don't even remember. However, I think I'd be going on forever if I told you about my awesome come up.

“I think I should write a book about my life.” I claimed, twirling the mush they called lunch at this school. I considered writing a book a lot, it would only be right. After all, I have big plans after high school.

“Becca have you even written an essay without cheating?” Alyssa, my best friend since middle school mentioned. I glared at her from the other side of the lunch table, I mean she was right but she just practically called me a dumbass.

“I only cheat when I need to actually, one of my favorite models also says that she doesn’t work unless she has too,” I shrugged, I was partly cheating because I was lazily—also who gives three essays in one week?

“Uh huh, and what was the model's name?” She put her hand on her chin expecting me to answer in a flash.

“Don’t remember actually.”

“Exactly, besides you're not a model who makes thousands a week,” she prodded, poking my shoulder to remind me I was simply still a regular teenager. However I admit my ego is too big to believe that.

“I could be.”

She sighs as I puff out my chest playfully, posing for an invisible camera. After lunch me and Aylassa walked in the hallway alongside some other girls.

They were just almost as well known as me but I didn’t consider them as friends, I knew girls at their status. I hated them. That’s why I mostly stuck around Alyssa, she’d been by my side even through my awkward ugly phase.

While walking to my French class I passed by Roan—Rin? Whatever his name was, I mean I know I was a weird kid back then but you could never catch me in the clothes he wears.

He wore too tight pants, and if he didn't wear them he wore baggy skinny jeans, just terrible. He looked a little gay in my opinion, a guy should not be wearing that many accessories. Not to mention the hair, gosh the hair.

If I ever went out looking like that I’d be roasted hard. “How can he go out looking like that?” I turned to Alyssa with crossed arms.

“Maybe he likes dressing like that,”

“He looks borderline creepy,” Another girl cuts in, to which I nodded in agreement with her even though I barely knew her.

“See?” I pointed my hand to the girl for example before heading into class.

I loved French class, I did practically nothing in class and somehow still passed. The teacher always spoke in French to make us “understand better”. To be honest, I’m pretty sure I don’t even know how to form a sentence.

The bell rang and the classroom door swung open as I doodled in my bedazzled notebook. I was the Ron guy who dressed all freaky, I just realized he had this class.

“Do you have a pass Sir?” The French teacher asked, standing up from her desk.

“No,” he responded.

“You know you’ll be marked absent right?”

I watched him shrug his shoulders and look around the classroom for a seat. Unfortunately for me, the only free seat was behind me. Great…

Idk if I'm gonna finish this guys…should I?