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MidReal Story
The Unwanted Twin
Scenario:A girl named Serniy who is 15 years old starts her first day of high school and she is nervous and shy when she sees how big the school is but a boy named Jack goes up to her and tries to make her happy so they both talk and introduce themselves as he walks her to class
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Jack
Jack is a popular kid at school He is on a football team and is a quarterback. He sees a new girl named Aisata who is shy and nervous and helps her out
Aisata
My character is a shy and nervous black who starts her first day of high school as a freshman in New York
I was never prepared to see a school so big.
I had just started my first day of high school, and I was already late.
My legs were like jelly, and I was nervous as ever.
I was shy and never wanted to make friends or talk to anyone.
I just wanted to keep to myself and go home after school.
The only reason I even started high school was that it was required, so I had to do it.
"Hey there."
A boy with messy brown hair and hazel eyes smiled at me.
He looked like he was popular in school, and all the girls would probably want to be with him.
He had a football under his arm and a backpack on his back.
He was really cute, and I blushed immediately.
"Hi," I said softly, looking down at my feet.
I didn't want to look up at him and see him staring back at me.
I was nervous, and my heart was beating fast.
I didn't want him to think I was weird or anything.
"What's your name?" he asked softly.
"Aisata," I said, still looking down at my feet.
"Aisata? That's a unique name. I have never heard of it before," he said softly.
"My parents are from Africa, so they named me that," I said softly.
"Oh, okay," he said softly.
I shift my weight nervously, eyeing the worn leather football tucked under his arm.
The ball has scuff marks and grass stains, telling stories of countless games.
He notices my gaze and spins the football in his hands, his fingers tracing the laces.
"You like football?" he asks, his voice gentle.
I shake my head quickly, then pause.
"I've never really watched it," I admit, remembering how I always changed the channel during games.
His eyes light up.
He starts explaining the basics of the game, demonstrating proper throwing grip.
His enthusiasm makes me smile despite myself.
"Why don't you join us for practice after school?" he suggests, his eyes hopeful.
I hesitate, unsure if I want to step out of my comfort zone.
"Come on, it'll be fun," he insists, "and maybe you'll discover something new about yourself."
I fidget with my backpack strap, trying to gather my thoughts.
He notices my uncertainty and pulls out a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket.
He scribbles a quick map, marking the path from the main entrance past the gymnasium to the football field.
"See? Easy to find," he says, handing me the crumpled paper.
The bell rings, making me jump.
He laughs warmly and points me toward my first class before jogging off to his own.
I clutch his makeshift map, studying the messy lines and arrows.