Protagonist: Me.
Setting: Anywheresville, USA.
Dramatic Struggle: Coming to terms with the life I did not plan for myself.
Antagonist: Me.
Plot: barely.
Characters: Pseudo-interesting people. Maybe a Siamese fighting-fish.
Act 1.
I whine a whole bunch about why I am not where I thought I would be in life. Meanwhile, I'm only 17.
Some people try to help in their own special ways, but I ignore and/or resent them, digging the lonely hole I was in even deeper. It almost feels good.
Then, before the end of Act 1, I meet someone interesting who sparks my curiosity (ever so slightly) -see, because i'm a neo-goth wannabe intellectual, too cool for local yokel high school philistine nonsense.. no one will ever interest me THAT much, at least I'll never admit to it.
This all happens as George W Bush is running for re-election. -Cue: republican/uber- patriotic nonsense via surrounding adults.
Act 2.
This new intriguing person is ignoring me and it makes me do (insane) things to get their attention. First, I start by following them around the mall (because Facebook hasn't been invented yet). Then I start copying them, which isn't that difficult, because we already look/dress/act exactly alike. Still no acknowledgment. Teachers assume we are friends and pair us up for a biology project (cue Siamese fighting fish), but this person still refuses to be near me. I show up unannounced at their house which is exactly like mine, meet their parents who are exactly like mine, pet their dog which is a different color than mine.
I want to be validated by the one person I'm convinced may actually understand me, but they want nothing to do with me, or so it seems. I do only what I know will draw some amount of attention. I hurt myself and maybe I shave a pentagram into their dog's fur (not necessarily in that order). I sabotage a 'cool' teacher that seems to be giving this newbie their attention instead of me (like they used to). Finally, I burn the whole school to the ground.
Act 3.
I eventually learn that this 'intriguing' person was trying to get my attention too, but at times and in places where I was too busy to notice them. Maybe I find a (letter or a whole bunch) in my locker while digging through the remains of the burnt school. Maybe the
Setting: Anywheresville, USA.
Dramatic Struggle: Coming to terms with the life I did not plan for myself.
Antagonist: Me.
Plot: barely.
Characters: Pseudo-interesting people. Maybe a Siamese fighting-fish.
Act 1.
I whine a whole bunch about why I am not where I thought I would be in life. Meanwhile, I'm only 17.
Some people try to help in their own special ways, but I ignore and/or resent them, digging the lonely hole I was in even deeper. It almost feels good.
Then, before the end of Act 1, I meet someone interesting who sparks my curiosity (ever so slightly) -see, because i'm a neo-goth wannabe intellectual, too cool for local yokel high school philistine nonsense.. no one will ever interest me THAT much, at least I'll never admit to it.
This all happens as George W Bush is running for re-election. -Cue: republican/uber- patriotic nonsense via surrounding adults.
Act 2.
This new intriguing person is ignoring me and it makes me do (insane) things to get their attention. First, I start by following them around the mall (because Facebook hasn't been invented yet). Then I start copying them, which isn't that difficult, because we already look/dress/act exactly alike. Still no acknowledgment. Teachers assume we are friends and pair us up for a biology project (cue Siamese fighting fish), but this person still refuses to be near me. I show up unannounced at their house which is exactly like mine, meet their parents who are exactly like mine, pet their dog which is a different color than mine.
I want to be validated by the one person I'm convinced may actually understand me, but they want nothing to do with me, or so it seems. I do only what I know will draw some amount of attention. I hurt myself and maybe I shave a pentagram into their dog's fur (not necessarily in that order). I sabotage a 'cool' teacher that seems to be giving this newbie their attention instead of me (like they used to). Finally, I burn the whole school to the ground.
Act 3.
I eventually learn that this 'intriguing' person was trying to get my attention too, but at times and in places where I was too busy to notice them. Maybe I find a (letter or a whole bunch) in my locker while digging through the remains of the burnt school. Maybe the
