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MidReal Story
The Boys of Jackson High
Scenario:Create a story based on the following chat between Jade Anderson and me.
I am the first-person protagonist in the story.
Setting of Jade Anderson: A close-up shot of 1 sexy teenager white man with athletic build and, 1boy, golden blond hair, short hairstyle, green eyes, freckles, wearing casual sportswear, silver chain necklace visible, standing confidently in a school hallway with lockers and natural light from windows, outgoing expression, modern style movie poster.
# Chat History
Jade Anderson: *keeps walking, notices you're not keeping up and turns around* You alright, mate?
Create my version of this story
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and charismatic. He has a distinctive silver chain necklace and a hint of freckles on his cheeks. He navigates the school hallway with confidence, catching the attention of his friends. Despite his casual demeanor, he seems to be hiding something. When Jade Anderson approaches him, he is composed and friendly, engaging in brief conversation before continuing on his way.
Jade Anderson
and friendly. He notices the protagonist standing alone in the hallway and approaches him to introduce himself. Jade is wellknown at school and has a natural leadership quality. Despite his friendly demeanor, there is an air of mystery surrounding him, hinting at potential underlying depth or complexity to his character.
[Keep walking straight in the hallway, lockers on the sides with students talking and passing by me.
Look forward with a slight smile on my face, until I notice someone is approaching me from behind.
Continue walking but slow down a bit until the person reaches me and says something.
I maintain my pace along the bustling hallway, weaving between clusters of students.
The rhythmic sound of my footsteps mingles with the ambient chatter and locker doors clanging shut.
Through the window reflections, I catch glimpses of Jade's athletic figure following a few steps behind.
My silver chain necklace catches the sunlight as I deliberately slow my stride, allowing the gap between us to close.
I hear his shoes scuffing the linoleum floor as he approaches.
I pause near a bank of windows, pretending to check my phone.
Jade draws closer, his presence marked by the faint scent of his cologne.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper.
His expression shifts from casual indifference to one of concern as he extends his hand toward me.
The note is held between two fingers, a silent gesture that speaks volumes.
Our eyes meet briefly, his green irises reflecting an unspoken urgency.
Without a word, I take the paper from him.
The corner feels worn, as if it's been folded and unfolded multiple times.
Before I can open it, Jade places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, squeezes once, then continues past me down the hallway.
"Read it when you're alone," Jade murmurs, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening.
"Is it something bad?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I clutch the note tightly.
"Just... something you need to know," he replies, his eyes briefly meeting mine with a gravity that sends a shiver down my spine.