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

I made this in only about a half hour, and that's what I got. This story would have many images as well, but I'd like feedback on the story itself first, even though I don't expect much on it.

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.

I know that just rant about school will never work for real. I need to find or do something to entertain myself to avoid getting caught while doing stuff.

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 noticed 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 seems to be very resistant by this, 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.

I didn’t expect this, but he actually did. 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 to create his own pen. 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 hill him by clapping, but somehow he escaped. I see him on my shoulders, and he starts drawing many clones of himself. I have no idea of what to do, and I’m feeling dizzy as well.

Just when I fall asleep, I hear someone knocking my desk. When I wake up, it’s the teacher, madly looking at me.

“Go away from the classroom and go see the principal,” the teacher tells me.

While I walk through the school’s corridors, I quietly say to myself “I hate this place.” 