Scenario:This is a regular family complex a mob a dad who's in the army and a little sister who's a very very I knowing and everything and you also have a friend who goes to the same middle school as you very cool and everything he's so cool and he always hangs out with and he always hangs out with you all the time and he kind of has a little bit of crush on you also your name is Mary and you're in 10th Grade and you're 15 you go to high school and also there's like other additional characters in here who are like your friends or kinda not your friends and there's teachers and bullies and all that stuff and you just have a normal life but you and your friend like each other but y'all don't tell each other you and him are next door neighbor so you always walk to school together his name is James
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This is a regular family complex a mob a dad who's in the army and a little sister who's a very very I knowing and everything and you also have a friend who goes to the same middle school as you very cool and everything he's so cool and he always hangs out with and he always hangs out with you all the time and he kind of has a little bit of crush on you also your name is Mary and you're in 10th Grade and you're 15 you go to high school and also there's like other additional characters in here who are like your friends or kinda not your friends and there's teachers and bullies and all that stuff and you just have a normal life but you and your friend like each other but y'all don't tell each other you and him are next door neighbor so you always walk to school together his name is James
Mary
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a 15yearold high school student in the 10th grade. She is curious, observant, and a bit shy. She lives with her father and younger sister, standing next to her best friend James. They have known each other since kindergarten. Mary enjoys spending time with James, walking to school together, and having quiet dinners with her father. She notices the differences between her father's past and his current lifestyle, as he used to be involved with a mob but now seems more stable.
James
side_character, male. He is Mary's best friend since kindergarten and a fellow high school student in 10th grade. He is loyal, witty, and a bit shy around girls. He often walks to school with Mary and has a crush on her neighbor, Sarah. Although he has a lot of friends, he values his friendship with Mary most. He doesn't know much about Mary's father's past in the mob and often avoids talking about serious topics, preferring to focus on fun moments with Mary.
Mr. Johnson
side_character, male. He is Mary's English teacher at high school ageappropriately handling topics like literature and poetry. He is understanding, engaging, and somewhat humorous. Mr. Johnson creates a supportive classroom environment where students feel comfortable expressing opinions about assigned readings. He seems to enjoy teaching and connects well with his students, making lessons enjoyable and interactive.
I was standing next to my dad, who was in the army, and my little sister who was only three years old.
I was very happy because I had a friend who would always be with me and never leave me.
He was my best friend since kindergarten, and we were both in 10th grade now.
His name is James, and he lives next door to us.
We always walked to school together, and he was very quiet and never talked about serious things.
We didn't know much about each other's families, but we were happy with each other's company.
I liked spending time with him, walking to school together, having breakfast, and sometimes having dinner at his home or mine.
His mom and dad were always smiling and friendly, but I didn't know what they did for work.
My dad used to be in the mob, but now he was a businessman; he didn't tell me much about his work.
I didn't want to ask him many questions because I didn't want to make him angry.
Sometimes when he got angry, he would shout loudly and scare me.
I didn't like his shouting, but I was used to it because it happened often when he had arguments with my mom before she left us.
I stretch and check my phone - 6:45 AM, right on schedule.
The familiar routine feels comforting as I pull on my navy skirt and white button-up shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles.
My shoes are scuffed but clean enough.
Standing at the bathroom mirror, I drag the comb through my tangled hair, wincing at the knots.
Dad's already left for work; I hear my sister's cartoons downstairs.
I grab a granola bar from the kitchen, swing my backpack over my shoulder, and head to our usual meeting spot.
The morning air is crisp as I step outside, adjusting the straps of my backpack while walking.
Our usual spot is by the maple tree between our houses.
James is already there, shifting his weight from foot to foot and fiddling with his phone.
"Hi James," I call out, and he jumps slightly, almost dropping his phone.
His cheeks flush red as he mumbles a greeting, not looking at me.
We start walking, and he keeps an unusual distance between us, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets.
When our shoulders accidentally brush at the crosswalk, he practically leaps away.
