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these interview-style CS are super fun to write
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“Not another- I’m busy, so can’t you find someone else to harass?”
“Agh, alright.”
James went to Ella. “Is Jackson around? I need math help and he seems to do okay in class.”
She shook her head repeatedly. “Don’t ask him for help. I love the guy, but he’s useless, you know? He kept derailing. I ended up doing worse on that test than I did studying on my own.”
“Ah. Attention span of a fifth grader. Got it.”
James went to his normal spot at the Semookstian table. Emma was off somewhere. Just the boys today. Shame. Emma usually answered questions in class.
“Guys… I need a hand with differentials and nobody else is being helpful. Mook?”
Mook grinned. “Sebastian’s good at math,” he said, giving him a hard pat on the back. Sebastian flinched from the force.
“No, I’m not,” he said.
“Please..? I lost track after the third example problem… I just need a bit of explanation…”
“I can’t help you. Don’t know how.”
“Seb, don’t be like that! You’re so good. You helped me with all that stuff last year. You can help James too,” Seth chimed in.
James smiled. “Just a few problems. You can lord your superiority over me too.”
Sebastian looked around at the table. He stopped on James, blinking a few times.
“Yeah, okay.”
James pumped his fist. “Thanks. Knew I could count on you.”
The tutoring went alright. Sebastian was a surprisingly good teacher. He got a little irritated whenever James didn’t get something, but he went over things the best he could. It was almost like a completely different person. James eventually figured out what the hell he was supposed to do, and finished the set.
“Oh man, thanks! Math isn’t my strong suit at all… I only got 20% on the mathematics portion of the entrance exam..” James leaned back and sighed, his hand aching from writing so much.
“Twenty? You’re either rich or a god of English,” Sebastian muttered. “Anyway, don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t, or Mina’s gonna start annoying me to help her. Let’s head back now. Seth said I could copy the Chemistry homework off him, and I haven’t done it yet.”
“Just a bit of both. My folks aren’t crazy rich, and I looooove Lit. Thanks so much. I uh, won’t talk about it around Mina.”
Sebastian smiled slightly. “No problem.”
The library. A place to read, to study, to…
To gossip.
“But he’s kinda cute, right? Like, you know, in the way that a stray cat is cute,” a girl said, much louder than was acceptable. Her chair creaked as she swung on it. Mina Mason, the girl. who was barely clinging onto her place at HAGAY. Despite that, she wasn’t studying at all.
James grabbed a book and sat down to read for a little. He wasn’t super close, but Mina was being rather loud and he couldn’t help but overhear.
“I don’t see it,” Porche sighed. “I really, really don’t, Mina.”
“I liked his old hair way better,” Emma replied. “But his jawline, I gotta say…” The rest of the table nodded vigorously. Except for Yam, who watched them with mild interest, head in her arms and lying on the desk.
James got up and moved behind a bookshelf, trying to block out the noise. Unfortunately, the study room wasn’t very large; he couldn’t escape their chatter.
“Okay, Emma, we can’t all be dating total catches,” Mina whined. “Bit short, but it’s your fault for being tall.”
“There aren’t enough people in this school,” Porche said. “The boys in our class just aren’t it, honestly.”
“Seb’s good looking. Mook too, sort of. He just reminds me of a ferret,” Mina said.
James could see it. He kept on looking at the book, but hearing gossip was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Mook’s not really my type,” Porche said. “Good point about Sebastian- Seb, though. I’d go for that, but he seems like kind of a pain.”
Mina nodded. “Yeah, and dating your friend’s ex is a no-go. Gotta pass on that ass.” Emma broke down into laughter.
“Mina- Mina, I told you to stop telling people that!” she cackled. “We were seven!”
“And you broke up when you were nine, which is old enough for it to count. Jeez, people our age can’t even stay in a relationship for that long.”
“Oh? Aren’t you the player, Emma?” Porche said. The table dissolved into giggles.
“Leave me alone,” Emma said, but she wasn’t angry. Quite the opposite, she was struggling not to laugh. “We never did anything but hold hands. I swear!”
“Date a man for two years, break up with him, and then go out with his best friend? You fiend!” Porche gasped in mock horror. “Absolutely horrific.”
“How could I ever atone?” Emma grinned. “Oh, I have pictures of Seb as a kid. He’s super lanky now, but he was worse before. Hang on, let me find them.” The table quieted in anticipation, then began to laugh even harder.
“Awful, awful,” Porche gasped. “I can’t believe that. I’m never going to be able to talk to him again. Hey, what’s the exchange student like?”
Elise swiped across a few photos. “Here.”
“Ohhhhhh,” Mina said. “Finally, some good fucking food.”
“Cute, but not really my type,” Porche said. The other two looked at her like she was an alien. “Leave me alone. I said he’s cute, that’s enough.”
“What is your type, then?” Emma asked.
“Hmm… dark hair, dark eyes, all that.”
“Explains Seb. The other new kid’s kinda like that, isn’t he?” Mina said.
“Yeah, but the rest of him doesn’t do a lot for me, y’know?” Porche replied. “That sounds kinda mean. Whoops.”
James snorted softly from behind the bookshelf. Thanks.
“Oh, Porche! What if he was in here too? His poor feelings!” Emma laughed.
“No, no, that’s not what I-” The conversation stopped in favour of laughing once more. Yam turned her head to the bookcase, chuckling a little. James could see her through the gaps above the books, long dark hair covering most of her face. He smiled and gave a small wave. She winked in return before sitting up properly.
“He’s probably in the canteen,” Yam said to Porche. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just us in here.” She slumped back down into her seat, but didn’t look back at James.
Yam Lee, huh? Seems like a funny girl, James thought. I’ll have to thank her later for all this tea. The book sat on his lap, abandoned. He picked it up and continued to “read.”
“Right,” Porche replied, sounding uncertain.
“Wow, that’s more words than I’ve ever heard you say before,” Mina said.
“Maybe I just felt like talking,” Yam mumbleed into her arm.
“Well, don’t stop,” Emma said. “Come on! Who’s the best looking guy in the class?”
Yam paused to think. “That foreign exchange student. Let me sleep now, okay?”
“Really coming out of your shell,” Mina cooed. “His name’s Axel, right? That’s hot.”
“Careful, careful, don’t want Blue getting jealous,” Emma said.
“Blue?” Porche said.
“Oh, right. Neu. ‘Cause every time he leaves the house he doesn’t wear anything but blue. Like, I see him around town sometimes and he’s only ever in a different colour when he’s in school,” Emma said.
Mina rolled her eyes. “Please. If he could make me spend time with someone else, he’d pay for it. I just harass him for tutoring. I think he plots my murder in class, you know.”
“Well, if you die, we’ll know who did it,” Porche said. “We’ll avenge you, I swear!”
“Maybe I should ask him too,” Yam said into the table.
“Oh, what did you want it for?” Emma said. “If it’s maths, I can help, you know. I’m pretty good! If you’re free Friday, you can come over to mine or something. I’ll teach you some stuff.”
“Seriously?” Yam said. “I’ll text you later. Thanks.”
“If you need help, Porche, I can do that for you too. But not Mina. She’s a lost cause.”
“I’m fine for now,” Porche grinned. “But thanks anyway. I’m sure I’ll need you soon.”
“You’re so nice, Emma,” Mina moaned. “No wonder you’ve got a boyfriend. But I can’t believe you’re ditching me for your date.”
“Sorry, sorry! I told you, we can go on Monday instead,” Emma said.
“Not a problem,” Mina replied. “I’m not mad. Have fun, yeah? It’s about time.” She turned to Porche. “They’ve been making heart eyes at each other for months now.”
“You poor thing,” Porche laughed. “Third wheel!”
“Sometimes it feels like I’m thirdwheeling Seth and Seb,” Emma groaned. “It’s so hard to get him on his own! It’s only when we text that it’s just us.”
“Bros before hoes. You gotta respect him,” Mina said.
“I can’t even be classed as ‘hoes’ like this!”
“Don’t think about it too much,” Porche advised. Emma slumped into her chair, Yam-style.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“Think about more important things. Like… we have Chemistry next! And I’ve done the homework really shittily,” Mina said.
“We had homework?! Oh wait, I’ve done that,” Porche sighed. “Let’s get going, come on.” The girls began to rustle around with their bags.
James grabbed his stuff and ducked out the door, trying to avoid being seen. He stepped back and tried to make it seem like he was just passing by the study room. Porche gave him an apologetic look as they walked out, but none of them said anything. Yam lingered in the room, having told the others that she was looking for a book. Once they’d walked off, she slipped out, giving James a small wave.
“Thanks for the save there, Yam.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Not like they were gonna notice you. Forget about what Porche said, okay? Then we’re even.”
“Oh, no problem. If I took everything that was said about Mexicans to heart, I’d be turning myself in for drug crimes I haven’t committed.
Yam blew air out of her mouth pretty hard. “I get that. Anything else you wanna praise me for, or have I gotta go to Chemistry early?”
“You do a great job of not committing to conversation! I can feel the responsibility just sliding off you,” he joked.
She rolled her eyes. “Something like that.”
“Alright, let’s get to class.”
Yam nodded, sliding off of the wall she was leaning on, slowly making her way to the classroom. The way she walked was unusual, but it seemed intentional - not that it was how she normally moved, it looked more like she was just having a bit of fun, staring at her feet as she placed them right in front of each other.
James followed her to Chem. Interesting girl. Definitely one of the types to sit and watch the rowdy social interactions, then go in with a sly comment or two. One that lived for their own amusement.
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Interested! I like the concept a lot. Mark me down as fantasy too^^
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stop fuckig posting in the ooc im ognna cyr
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The first few periods had passed uneventfully. To say that anything had happened would be wrong. Somewhere in the middle of it, Herbert had slipped off, and period three had gone by with only thirteen people. Not that it made a difference, every lesson was still silent. There wasn’t much talking outside of the girls giggling to the side of the room and the occasional discussion. Sebastian wasn’t much for conversation either, doing his best to ignore James’s very existence.
Then the bell for lunch had ran, and whatever power was keeping the class quiet vanished. The room dissolved into loud talking. Most notably was the pseudo-shouting match Ella and Jackson were having. Something about the best type of lollipop.
“Coca-cola! That’s the best one! Come on, it’s not a competition!”
“No, no, no, Jackson! Apple is way better.”
Everyone began to make their way to the canteen. Even Porche followed behind Yam, chattering about something useless.
James went with everyone else. His right eye twitched slightly.
Hey, isn’t everyone a bit too cold?
Then again, he was the new guy in a class that’d been together for ages. Still, a little welcome couldn’t hurt.
He listened to what people were talking about.
“Are you gonna help me with math? You said you were gonna. Please?” Mina whined, tugging on Neu’s sleeve. He shook her off.
“It’s not my fault you don’t have a work ethic,” he sniffed. “Let go, please.”
The last to leave was a group of four. “And then he pulled out his sword and it was like, wow! Then he stabbed the guy and it looked like he was dead, but he wasn’t, ‘cause he missed by a centimetre, and then-” Mook said, hands gesturing wildly. “He got up, and said a really cool thing. I forgot what it was, but it was super cool.”
“Isn’t this a spoiler?” Emma said. She sounded distracted. “I was gonna watch it.”
“It’s a pretty good film actually,” Seth replied.
“It wasn’t. You only remember it that way because we watched it at three in the morning,” Sebastian said.
“No, he’s right, it’s a masterpiece. Right, so. After that, the guy with the chainsaw runs in and it’s like-”
“Oh, are you talking about Tales in Terrorwood?” James cut in. “I watched that movie last year. That chainsaw scene was funny.”
Mook looked horrified. “Funny? Funny? That, my friend, was one of the best scenes in cinematic history.”
“Only if you ignore the irony set up by the director. The previous two scenes were supposed to show the absurdity of the situation, I think. You guys noticed that, right?” He asked the other three.
Seth blinked. “I just thought their outfits were cool.”
“You what,” Mook gasped. “You watched the greatest film of the twenty first century and you thought the costumes were cool?” He pointed at Sebastian, narrowing his eyes. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you! I’ll make you take that back, even if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Strong words,” James said. “Still, I thought the movie was pretty good. It’s like The Room, you know? Cult classic.”
Mook opened his mouth to continue, only to realise the rest of the group had left. They’d arrived at the canteen, and were picking up their food. It was certainly better than listening to Mook prattling on. “Oh, they’re all gone. I can’t believe you, you know,” he said. “But you’re new, so I’ll let it slide. Hey, uh, do you wanna sit with us? Since it’s your first day and all. Seb won’t mind. Probably.”
“Thanks! It sucks being new- everyone’s already gotten their groups.” James assumed a theatrical tone. “I won’t forget this gift. You have my gratitude,” he said, quoting TiT.
Mook mimicked a curtsey. He looked delighted. “You’ll have my head, too,” he said, finishing the quote.. “Alright, go get some food and then come sit with us. We’re on the table in the corner, yeah?”
Then he left, leaving James. The food in the canteen looked pretty good, especially since it was a school. All of those tuition fees had to go somewhere. He took a chipotle wrap and some fruit, then headed to Mook’s table. On the way, he watched the other students in his class.
Ella, Jackson and Larissa were (predictably) sitting together. Morgan was on their table too, but he was lying on the table with headphones in, so he wasn’t really contributing to the conversation. They were playing Uno. Jackson was winning. Neu seemed to have given in to Mina, and was attempting to explain something to her. Her expression was blank. On the other side of Neu and Mina’s table were Yam and Porche, the latter still talking and the former looking like she wanted to be anywhere else.
Seems like I ended up with nice people, James thought. He sat down next to Mook and began to eat, content with listening to their conversation.
“See, Mook, you’ll die alone if you don’t get any new hobbies,” Sebastian declared, sparing a sideways glance at James. “I wouldn’t expect a girlfriend any time in the next five years.”
“You’re so harsh,” Seth said.
“You don’t get to talk, Seth. You’re skipping practice on Sunday, aren’t you?”
“It’s an important occasion,” Emma said. Seth flushed a little.
“Well, it’s not like that!”
“It is,” the other three replied in unison. “It’s a date,” Emma added.
“You’ve got such low standards. Do you even like her?” Sebastian said.
“I’m right here!”
James smiled. “How long’ve you lovebirds been together?”
The entire table looked at him like he was stupid.
“Oh right, he’s new, isn’t he,” Mook muttered.
Emma leaned into the table. “Strictly speaking, one day as of next Monday.”
“You’d be an awful girlfriend,” Sebastian said.
“Yeah, you’d know, Sebastian,” Mook laughed.
“Congratulations,” James said to Emma and Seth. “Where are you planning on going? I’m new to town, and I don’t really know any places.”
“Oh, we’re actually gonna go see Tales in Terrorwood Two: Yesterday,” Seth said. “Emma, you gotta watch the first one before then.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Emma said. Her smile was sickeningly sweet.
“Cool! I hear there are two theaters in town: Windberg Theater Family and Films and Animation Theaters. Are both good?”
“Windberg’s smaller, but it’s cheaper and the seats are fancy,” Mook said. “FA Theatres is like a regular cinema, though. Windberg for dates, FA for anything else.”
“And that’s why you’ve never been to Windberg,” Sebastian muttered, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
“I’ll keep it in mind if I meet a nice girl- probably not here at school. Everyone’s so cold!”
“They’re not that bad,” Emma said. “Everyone’s just a bit rocky to begin with.” She gave Sebastian a pat on the shoulder. “Have you talked to everyone yet? I guess not. But I can tell you a bit more about them if you want.”
“If you’re willing. Can I ask what’s up with that Neu guy? What died in his drink?”
“Oh, him. Yeah, he’s a bit of a dick. But it’s not even like you can tell him he’s wrong, because he’s not.” Emma sighed. “He got full marks in last year’s tuition exams, you know.”
“I wish I was that smart,” Seth said.
“At least you have a personality,” Sebastian replied.
James nearly dropped his wrap. “Hey, that’s insane! I only did well in the humanities! A full score? Is studying all he does?”
“It’s not like he has friends,” Mook said. “I mean, I tried, but you can see how well that turned out. I don’t think I’ve seen him willingly talk to anyone except Mina. And that’s because she pesters him all the time.”
“To help with work, huh? How about that group over there?” James waved in the general direction of the group playing Uno.
“Imagine two people with the exact same sense of humour, then put them near each other for eight hours a day,” Sebastian groaned. “I can’t stand them.”
“Larissa’s alright though,” Mook added. “And Morgan’s just there because he doesn’t have any friends and they tolerate him. I’m pretty sure he lives with Larissa, actually.”
“Huh. They don’t look like twins, but you never know.” James paused for a moment, then counted the people in the class.
He frowned. “I know there’s that Herbert guy and some Samuel kid, but even then someone’s missing. I thought there were supposed to be 16 total, including me.”
“Yeah, there’s another kid. He’s foreign. Guess he’s just not here yet. He’s staying with one of the Juniors, but he’s our age so he’ll be in our classes,” Emma said. “I’ve talked to him a bit. Seems normal enough.”
“How have you already made friends with him? He’s not even in the country.” Sebastian grumbled.
“The wonders of social media. Not that you would know.”
James sighed in relief. “So I won’t be the only new guy. What about those two?” He gestured at Yam and Porche.
“Porche is new, so I can’t say anything about her. Yam? She’s not a bad person, she just doesn’t want to associate with any of us,” Emma said.
“Thanks for telling me all this,” James said. “It’s real helpful. I owe you one.” He finished his wrap. “What do you all usually do when you’re done eating?”
“Sebastian goes up to play cello into the sunset. The rest of us sit around and chat, you know, like normal people,” Mook said.
“Some of us have better things to do than third wheel.”
“Whew. That was a good one. In that case, I’m off to play some Uno.” James stood up. “Gotta meet everyone, you know?”
Katherine & Cameron
“You remembered to pack your toothbrush, right?”
“Yep!”
“Your clothes?”
“Definitely. Swimsuit, too!”
“Did you pack your homework?”
“Huh? Isn’t this a holiday? We don’t have any.”
“We did. It’s alright, though. I brought your worksheets anyway. Hairbrush?”
“Yeah, it’s in my bag. See?” Katherine rummaged around. She grimaced. “Uh, never mind. I must’ve left it in the bathroom.”
“Don’t worry, I brought three.”
“Great! I’m going to take a nap, then.” She was asleep before the plane even started moving. Cameron breathed a sigh of relief- Katherine hadn’t slept at all the night before. He was feeling a bit sleepy too… He stared out the window as the plane accelerated down the runway, eventually drifting off into sleep.
Cameron stared over the side of the boat, trying to keep his stomach in control.
“You good?” Katherine called out, rushing to his side.
“Yeah, I’ll be... alright... just need a moment.” He felt the pretzels from the flight turn over and suppressed his urge to hurl over the gunwale. “How close are we to the island?”
Katherine pointed off into the distance, which wasn’t much use to Cameron, who was staring down at the water. “It’s right there! Not long now.”
The island drew closer through the fog, eventually coming into full view. As soon as Cameron caught sight of solid land, he immediately straightened. “Oh, how wonderful! I need to get a picture of it as we come in.” He raised his camera, sighted, and clicked the shutter. “Kath, get in the shot.”
“Sure! What kind of pose?”
“Something exciting, or maybe…” He paused.
“Hm?”
“Wait, wait, wait! Kath, look at the island!”
She turned. “What? It’s nice, isn’t it?”
“No, no, no! It’s… it’s all wrong.” Cameron pulled out a thick packet from inside his coat. The booklet was already well-worn from constant consultation, with numerous sticky notes protruding from between the pages. Cameron had taken notes and done some extra research on the island as well. “Look, on page 3, Ms. Opal provided a picture of the island.”
He lifted it up for Katherine to see. The 10 year-old photo showed a very different image of the island- more ruins and much less vegetation.
“And? They probably just fixed it up a bit. Being more environmentally friendly.” Katherine smiled.
Cameron thought for a moment. “Ah, well, I suppose it is an older photo,” he conceded. “And they definitely could have done some rebuilding.”
The two grabbed their bags as the group prepared to disembark. Both carried a decently large hiking pack, complete with utensils hanging off survival ties and sleeping pad bundled on top.
Katherine lifted up a sealed box about a meter across. “Hey, what’s this? It’s super heavy. Not that it’s hard for me to carry, of course.”
“Oh, that? I just packed some camping stuff.”
“Some? What’s in here, an oven?”
“No, that one’s the dried food and consumables.” He pointed at another, smaller box on the deck. “This one’s the dutch oven.”
Katherine bent down to stack the boxes on top of each other, picking them back up. “Huh. Yeah, I’m not surprised.”
The two followed the rest of the students off the ferry.
Ms. Opal’s panic was the first of many things that was about to go wrong. Cameron’s mouth curled into a frown as Katherine bounced on her toes, thinking about the trip. Sure, they had a job to do, but it was just a holiday. She’d never gone camping before, but it sounded fun.
Then… things went south very, very fast. The locals ignoring all requests for assistance, Ms. Opal turning into a sheep, and the ferry leaving the island.
Cameron whipped out his vomit bag from the plane and began to breathe in and out.
“It’ll be alright, it’s just another normal paranormal occurrence. Just like our daily lives. Just like the war. Nothing bad’s going to…”
“Huh? What’s happening?” Katherine said, peering around the side of her boxes. “Oh. Isn’t that a cute sheep?”
Cam stared at her. “That’s… Ms. Opal.”
“That’s a joke, right?”
Katherine blinked, staring at the fluffy creature as Cam muttered to himself. He definitely wasn’t the type to make a joke like that. Plus, all of their companions seemed to be in a few different states of distress. There were definitely a few colorful characters in their group.
“Yeah, what she said,” Katherine chimed in, nodding her head at Judea. “We can go to the campsite. I’m sure that there’s something there. Cam, you know where that is, right?”
“Right. We can formulate a new plan of action from there. That’s a good idea, Kath.” Cameron folded up the bag and put it away, then pulled out a map of the island he had printed. It was a bit old, but the campsite wouldn’t have changed that much, right? “It’s a short walk from here, I think.”
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