CREATOR'S NOTICE1- Starting Out
The creator of the story wrote things in this story that were true in real life, and things that were not true.
Sharpsul Lacario. That's me! I'm nice and cool at times, but I suffer never-ending nightmares. There's no way to solve it sometimes, but if I do try to solve it, things go twisted.
Me and Corey sat down with our lunch. We were eating our pizza, and discussing things. Don't ask, you'll see.
"Like Miranda huh?" he said.
I looked up, and dropped my pizza to the tray.
"You knew how?" I said.
"I decoded the letters you gave me, its not that hard." he said with a smirk.
I hate it when Corey smirks. He smirks when my Anger Bar is at orange and a half, or orange and 3/4 quarters.
"Its gonna be hard telling her." I said, with a sigh.
"Its not that hard, you know that girl Ciara? She liked me in 2nd grade, but we hate each other now," he said. Like I needed his advice. Welcome to my nightmare, Corey.
"I just had the weirdest thought, if she distreats me, its gonna hurt horribly." I said, having those tingly feelings.
"We'll see at recess." he said.
I shouted Miranda's name from across the lunch table. It took 5 shouts for her to hear me. Shocker.
"Umm, what kind of soup do you like?" I asked, embarrassed.
Awkward. PURE AWKWARDNESS.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing." I said, looking at my pizza.
Corey cracked up. Nice friend he is.
"Don't worry Sharpsul, we'll see at recess." he said.
I felt a dark world coming...