Scenario:Most average 1980s story set in: 1982-1987
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Most average 1980s story set in: 1982-1987
Miles Carter
male. He is a high school student navigating life in the 1980s. He is introspective,witty,and nostalgic. Miles struggles with his parents' divorce and his father's absence. He finds solace in his friendship with Jake and his crush on Emily. Despite the challenges,Miles remains hopeful for a better future. His narrative reflects the complexities of growing up during a tumultuous decade.
Emily Wilson
female. She is Miles' crush and classmate. She is kindhearted,intelligent,and popular. Emily represents an unattainable ideal for Miles due to her beauty and social status. Despite this,she shows genuine interest in him during a school dance,giving him hope for a romantic connection.
Jake Thompson
male. He is Miles's best friend and confidant. He is loyal,humorous,and supportive. Jake provides comic relief and a sense of stability in Miles' life amidst family turmoil. His family hosts Miles during difficult times,offering a sense of belonging. Jake's antics often involve pranks on their teacher,Mr. Johnson,showcasing his playful nature.
Miles
1982-1987
The 1980s—a time of no fucking cell phones, or at least none that the average person could afford.
No internet, either.
You wanted to learn something, you hit the books, asked a teacher, or called a fucking encyclopedia company and paid them by the minute.
It was a horrible time, but it was also a wonderful time.
It was a time of growth, change, turmoil, and absolute hope for a better tomorrow.
It’s funny how we hope for something more just around the corner, but we never realize until years later that what we hoped for wasn’t really what it seemed.
I know I didn’t.
I was sixteen when my world came crashing down in 1982.
It started with a letter—a simple envelope with three pieces of paper inside.
It was from an attorney, telling my mom that my father was filing for divorce and asking her to please come to his office to discuss the details.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was sitting on the couch in our living room, doing my homework and watching TV at the same time.
My mom came home from work early—something she never did—and I heard her open the mailbox and walk to the back door where she sorted through the mail.
A few minutes later, she let out a scream and I ran to the kitchen to make sure she was okay.
That’s when I saw her standing there with her hands covering her face.