Really? No one posting their whatchamacallit resolution?

Don't really have one, actually. Get a girlfriend, nah kinda done with that. Get Resonance of Fate and actually start 9 hours, 9 persons, 9 doors when it's patched aren't fit to be resolutions. Writing a story will only take like a month or two, but it's the best one I've got. Let's go with that. I'm too lazy to write anymore so I'll just copypasta a horribad excerpt from my story when I was in 6th grade. It most certainly sucks and you may all laugh at it because I did not think I wrote great in that time period.

“GOALLLL!” a voice crackled in the darkness. The silver whistle sounded, declaring the game over. Cheers and sadness alike erupted from both sides of the veiled field. Our team slowly trekked to the sidelines, tired and flustered. The score for the soccer game was 2-3. We had lost. Walking over to my parents, we said our goodbyes and thanks to the soccer coach and assistant coach. We paced to our car, along the slushy grass. My thoughts still fixed on the game, I did not notice as I tripped over a stone. Noticing something different, I picked it up. It shined like turquoise, gleaming blue. Interested, I slipped it into my pocket. The gem radiated and dimmed inside, letting no one view its presence. Racing back to catch up to my parents, I opened the car door when a strange noise disturbed my thoughts. Doing a 360, I looked around for any disturbance. Nothing abnormal seemed afoot, only kids getting into their respective cars. I hopped inside my van when I heard a firm voice erupt through my thoughts.

Well, aren’t you quiet? Speak up a little more, eh?

“What?” I whispered.

I’ll be back…

I checked my pocket. The stone had disappeared out of thin air.

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chapter 2

*RING!!!!!!* alarmed the school bell in the corners of the school all around us. A few kids nonchalantly walked to their seats, late but without a care in the world. They knew our teacher didn’t care. It wasn’t his thing to be tattling off tardy kids. Mr. F had other things he liked to do.

Mr. F was a rather lazy guy. Towering over most students and teachers, he frightened some people. His gray, untidy hair was slightly balding, but you mustn’t ever say that to him. An odd fellow, he always wore a tuxedo to school. F wasn’t really his last name, as you can probably tell. Truly, he had a knack for giving most of the class an F for anything he supposed to be even slightly wrong. If you were lucky, you could get a D, and he has given the rare C. He’s the oldest teacher in the whole school. Rumor has it that the only A he has ever given was to the principal of this school. He can teach every subject in school, except P.E. of course.

This year he decided his subject was to be Science. Kids nearly passed out to discover he was their homeroom teacher. Sadly, I am one of these kids. Despite all the bad things I’ve said about him, he favors me for some reason. I might even be a teacher’s pet at times, for no one dares laugh at me for fear of his appearing. Nonetheless, Science isn’t my most favored subject, and Mr. F is fully aware of that.

It seems the bell to the next period has rung with all my talking. Racing off to my next class, I am the first person inside the classroom.

Mrs. A, on the other, well, she aces people. That’s true for many teachers, but she has never given a B or lower in her life. She’s actually Mr. F’s wife, so to speak. Mrs. A may look in her prime, but she’s older than she looks. Practically the very opposite of Mr. F, she seems like she’s known me for a long time. She teaches Math.

I’ll skip the school stuff, since school in a book is school but more boring. Recess was much more eventful.

“Anyone want to play cards?” I announced.

Only a handful of people didn’t ignore me.

“I’ll play, Andrew,” Alex replied, walking over to me. Andrew is my name, as you can probably tell now. Alex was almost as tall as me, with a buzzcut for his black hair. He had an affection for basketball, and wore a casual t-shirt and shorts like everyone else. Glasses covered some of his chubby face.

“Me too,” Noah decided. Noah had blonde hair, kind of like an Elvis style. It’s rather hard to describe. He was shorter and leaner than all of us. He also took pleasure in sports, but only soccer. He wore his trademark jacket, though he has been complaining it’s too small for him lately. Dreams of becoming a guitarist cloud his mind half the time. Always ready to spring into action, he doesn’t exactly look before he leaps.

Three girls joined, which was abnormal since it was usually only the three of us playing. One was Ellen. She pretty much thinks she’s taller than me, although I have my doubts. Blonde hair runs down her head, tied into a ponytail. She likes football. She always has two of everything, even cell phones. This is because she loses everything.

Another was Stephanie, shortest in the class. She sported brown hair, also in a ponytail. She prefers dancing more than anything. Rumor has it she plans to take over the world and turn us all to slaves.

The last of the girls was Alice. She had locks of golden hair, which ran down her back. She doesn’t really like sports, unlike the rest of us. She’s always quick to disappear. One minute she’s there and the next minute is an empty space.

And of course, me! Pretty much the tallest of the group, I have spiky but soft hair, not gelled from laziness. I wear shorts, shorts, and more shorts. You’d never catch me wearing jeans. I loathe jackets and detest sweaters. I try to be as casual and unenergetic as possible. I’m a speed demon when it comes to running. I get tired from fatigue easily and have a huge affinity for coldness. If only it’d snow…

“Ha! A 10! I win that round,” declared Alex. He swiped all the cards that he now owned. We all drew another card and dealt it out. We were in for a shock, for every single card that was thrown was a color. Mine was blue. I couldn’t tell what everyone else had, but you’ll understand what the cards’ colors mean soon enough.

“Huh?" wondered Noah. His card was light yellow.

There was no time for confusion, as the cards combined, forming a huge, gaping vortex. The blurriness overwhelmed me, but I could tell there was something beyond the vortex.

Your time has come.

“OBJECTION!” I shouted. Not a single person heard my outburst.

The voice seemed to echo around the whole school, and every student present seemed to look around for the source. Alas, they didn’t look hard enough, and they’d no time to look since a gust of air immediately pulled the colored cards and us with it.

We drifted away, out of sight from each other. Alex, Noah, Ellen, Stephanie, Alice, no one remained. Not even a speck of dot showed their position. I had no time to worry though, because the blurred place was getting clearer, and clearer. I was thrown out of the vortex.

Into a jail cell.

...that was pretty long huh. ah well