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MidReal Story
The Boys of Jackson Harbor
Scenario:In an English class, Devin asks Ella for her eraser. When he catches sight of her blonde hair and smoky blue eyes, he feels a sudden spark. He begins to fall for her and takes steps to become her friend.
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Devin
He is a student in an English class. He is shy,introspective,and romantic. Devin feels awkward and unable to express himself around girls,especially after an embarrassing incident in the past. However,when he meets Ella in his English class,he feels a sudden attraction. Determined to overcome his shyness,he tries to befriend her and makes small gestures to catch her attention.
Ella
She is a classmate of Devin in an English class. She is mysterious,beautiful,and elusive. Ella has a striking appearance with blonde hair and smoky blue eyes that captivate Devin. She seems aloof and doesn't actively engage with others in class. Despite this,Devin feels drawn to her and strives to get her notice,hoping to potentially develop a connection.
Kelsi
She is Devin's friend and classmate. She is outgoing,confident,and kindhearted. Kelsi notices Devin's interest in Ella and playfully teases him about it. She provides comic relief and a sense of normalcy in Devin's life as his only close confidant. Kelsi supports Devin without knowing the depth of his feelings for Ella but remains a source of encouragement during his attempts to overcome his shyness.
"Hey, Ella, can I borrow your eraser?"
I asked in a low, very awkward voice.
When she turned around, I got a good look at her blonde hair and smoky blue eyes.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
I never thought I’d be one of those guys to fall for a girl just by looking at her.
But when I did, I felt my heart skip a beat, and suddenly, I wasn’t breathing.
I was in love with her.
No way.
I’m not good with girls.
I can’t talk to them.
I can’t even look at them without feeling stupid and tongue-tied.
I was going to ask her for her notebook, but then I would have seen her eyes up close and I would have gotten even more nervous and probably fainted from not breathing.
So instead, I asked for her eraser because it was something I could easily return after class.
When she handed it over, our fingers touched, and I felt a spark run through my body.
I looked up at her and saw that she didn’t seem to notice anything, but then suddenly, her eyes softened, and she smiled slightly at me before turning back around.
I was in awe.
Did she actually smile at me?
I stare at the blank corner of my notebook, gripping my pencil tightly.
My hand trembles as I try to write something meaningful yet casual.
After several failed attempts, I scratch out "Thanks for letting me use your eraser" and "I really appreciate your help."
The bell will ring in five minutes.
Through my peripheral vision, I notice Ella organizing her books, getting ready to leave.
Finally, I write "Thank you - Devin" on a small piece of paper, folding it carefully.
Mr. Johnson's voice fades into background noise as I rehearse in my mind how to hand her the note without making a fool of myself.
As the bell rings, I muster the courage to approach her desk.
"Hey, Devin," Ella says softly, glancing up with a curious smile.
I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper, "Ella, did you... did you feel that spark too?"
After my question, her eyes widen slightly.
She shifts in her seat, glancing around as other students file out of the classroom.
My heart pounds while she takes her time organizing her books, methodically stacking them on her desk.
I notice her hands trembling slightly as she adjusts the corner of her notebook.
Instead of answering directly, she pulls her English textbook closer, angling it away from passing students.
Her fingers trace the edge of a folded paper peeking out from between the pages.
I watch as her fingers trace the edge of the folded paper.
Her movements are deliberate and careful.
The classroom empties around us while she maintains eye contact, her blue eyes holding mine steadily now.
My palms grow sweaty as I grip the edge of my desk, waiting.
Other students bump past us on their way out, but neither of us moves.
Mr. Johnson erases the whiteboard behind us, the squeak of the marker punctuating the silence.
Finally, Ella tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and opens her mouth to speak.
"Yes," she whispers, her voice steady and sure.
I lean closer to hear more of what she wants to say, but the fire alarm pierces through our moment.
Ella jumps, startled by the harsh sound.
Students who had already left burst back through the doorway, pushing and shoving to grab their bags.
The crowd forces me to step away from Ella's desk.
Through the chaos, I see her quickly slide the folded paper deeper into her textbook before joining the surge of people.
I try to catch her eye again, but her blonde hair disappears in the rush.
I call out over the noise, "Ella, wait! Can we talk later?"
She glances back briefly, her expression a mix of urgency and understanding.
"Meet me by the oak tree after school," she replies, her voice barely audible above the clamor.
I push through the crowd of students flooding back into the classroom, desperate not to lose sight of her.
The fire alarm continues blaring overhead as everyone grabs their belongings.
She's at her desk gathering her things when I reach her.
Without thinking, I extend my hand to help her with her dropped pencil case.
Our fingers brush as we both reach for it.
The touch sends electricity through me, just like before.
She looks up, her smoky blue eyes meeting mine.
"Ella, what's going on?" I ask, my voice barely steady.
She hesitates, glancing around to ensure no one is listening.
"It's about the paper," she says quietly, "I think it proves Mr. Johnson's hiding something."
The fire alarm continues blaring as we huddle near her desk.
She clutches her textbook with the hidden paper tightly against her chest.
"Remember how he's been having those after-school meetings?" she explains in fragments.
"Something about them doesn't feel right."
She pauses, her eyes darting around the room.
"I think he's—"
Mid-sentence, the fluorescent lights above us start to flicker erratically.
Students around us pause their evacuation, looking up at the ceiling in confusion.
The flickering intensifies, casting strange shadows across Ella's worried face.
I reach for her arm instinctively, feeling a surge of electricity as our skin touches again.
The lights give one final violent surge before everything goes black.