Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24957984-20140827235442/@comment-24957984-20140829181355

Here's a revised version now.

I’m quite bored. I can’t stand looking around the classroom anymore. I’m already extremely tired of waking up early and having to watch classes for the entire morning and maybe even for the entire afternoon, and teachers still punch me in the face with difficult tests.

While in rage, I tear a notebook-sized piece of paper and I start drawing random objects, while hiding my hands with a notebook. For some reason, I just keep making random lines that go to nowhere and I eventually make something with them, like a shark or a background of a picture.

Unfortunately, the teacher who is teaching us at the moment notices me and gives me attention for a bad reason. However, I quickly ignore, and I just keep drawing random things.

At a certain point, I think about doing something with my mascot, the Viking that I created a few years ago. While I think and keep looking at him, I realize I can do much more than just a happy face with a Viking hat.

I put some arms and legs. Suddenly, it seems like the dude himself is moving his face, and he seems to be impressed by what he looks at. I never thought someone would be impressed of having arms and legs.

I decide to add some more detail to him, just as a joke. I put him a moustache. He apparently hates it, and he wants me to take it off.

I take it off, but I also grab him with my pen and I try to put him on an endless hole. He doesn’t let himself go, and he keeps holding my pen, no matter what I do.

When I throw him away from the hole, he seems to be really sad, and he goes to a random house, and shuts the door when I try to get him again. I feel like I should do something as an apologize. I draw a balloon, and I keep waiting for him to appear.

When he finally exits the house, he grabs the balloon, and he’s happier than ever.

I later explode his balloon, and now he’s mad at me. I try to calm him down by giving him candy, but he refuses it and he starts chasing my pen.

Fortunately, I lock him in a box, and I seal him away after creating a room. I can hear him crying, worried about what I am going to do next. I put some water inside the room to see if he can escape it or not.

By some way, he breaks the walls and falls on a line I make. Now, he wants to have a serious fight with me.

He grabs my pen and he draws a pen for himself. He then creates an axe, and I create a sword. When I thrust my sword towards him, he jumps on it and somehow he escapes the piece of paper. I can’t find him anywhere.

When I stop searching for him, I later see him on my left hand, still having an angry face. I try to kill him by clapping, but somehow he escaped. I see him on my shoulders, and he starts drawing many clones of himself.

He creates clones of himself, nonstop. Some of them try to poke my eyes and my ears, and I can see that many of them are on my legs and arms.

I later feel like they’re trying to push me by some way, and some of them that are on my head are punching me. I feel dizzy, and I suddenly fall.

When I wake up, there are some people in the classroom that seem to be waiting for me to wake up. They question me about what happened, but I don’t bother replying.

Since the class has ended, I just go away and keep walking on the school’s corridors, wondering about what I was dreaming of.

When I go home, I see myself at the mirror. The Viking is in my body again. I just give up and question him what does he want from me.

“You created me, and for no reason you made me suffer, like a dog lost on the city’s streets. You then wonder why I’m hurting you,” is the answer I get.

I now regret doing such thing to my beloved mascot. It seems like everything I do to cheer him up is not effective.

“Do you want me to erase you?” I ask him.

“What about me erasing you?” he replies.

“No, I won’t allow you to do this to me, I am your master!”

He doesn’t care about what I say. He then jumps and he goes behind me. I can’t see him, and it seems like I’m not breathing well.

The last words I can hear from him are “I wonder who the one that’s suffering now is.”