Chapter Title: Meet Us, the threatened five.

Are you an imaginative person? You can't write stories but love giving ideas? Well, this is the perfect group chat for you. Click the link below and explore

www.exploreyourimaginativesidebeafuturewriter.net

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Writer x: Welcome, I have to say I never expected people to click the link. Please introduce yourselves, tell me why you clicked the link and be very comfortable. We'll get to writing in 30minx.

+2349143564327: Hi! I'm Tobi, I clicked the link because I was curious.

+96743567742: My name is Daana, like Tobi, I guess I'm also curious.

+9136874352: Nadia, I'm also curious.

Writer x: Since everybody is curious, state only your names please. Let's not forget curiosity kills the cat.

+445673452467: The cat has nine lives. I'm Ellen.

Writer x: 🙂 @Ellen smart.

Ellen: Thanks.

Writer x:  Please feel free to state your names

5 mins later and a few introductions later.

Writer x: Let's think of a plot.

Tobi: How about action or vampires?

Nadia: How about no? There are girls here.

Daana: Some girls love action. Let's write a fanfiction about mortal engines😁

Ellen: @Daana let's just stick to Romance. What the fvck is mortal engines?

Tobi: @Ellen That's dumb, the last thing a guy would want to sit with is romance. Unless it's mature Romance, nobody wants to sit with that. Add some action and we're set.

Daana: I don't get why we can't stick with a fan fiction, there's action, romance, technology. You name it.

Nadia: @Daana No

Tobi: Let's hear your great idea since you like punching holes in our ideas

Nadia: I'm just going to flow with the book, I don't have the time to engage in online arguments.

Uthman: 🙄

Tobi: Finally another guy.

Writer x: Let's start the book, I'm a little disappointed you guys didn't think of a good plot but you'll have to join @Nadia and go with the flow.

Writer x: Who'll start the story for us? I need an idea. Give me an idea and I'll write the story.

Ellen: Poor and rich?

  Writer x is typing...

Daana: @Ellen what?

Ellen: He didn't explain what to do, did he?

Writer x: In a world where the poor was getting poorer and the rich was getting richer. My family was just there, I don't think we got poorer neither did we get richer. I wouldn't call us rich nor will I call us poor, all I know is that we're rich enough to afford three-course meal every day, I don't think we've ever exactly starved. Except Sundays, everybody is exceptionally hungry that day.

Writer x: Next

Nadia: Final year in high school?

  Writer x is typing...

Daana: @writer x  I have to say I'm impressed.

Ellen: Same here and I don't get impressed easily. So good job 👍

Uthman: @Ellen Who asked?

Writer x: High school is the best place to create memories, according to me. Senior year, first semester was the first time I got high that was also the first time I went to a  party. I'm not exactly a bad kid but when life throws a little bit of bullshit at you, you have every right to defend yourself by inhaling a little bit of the white substance. The food chain in our school is bullshit, from rich to poor? As an average teenager coming from an average family, I was not popular neither was I unpopular. One might think because of the food chain, the rich were going to be bullies. When you come from the rural streets and allow a rich person to bully you or touch you, you've automatically lost your respect. For average and poor people, respect was strength, respect was everything.

Writer x: Next.

Uthman: A new rich kid with strength.

   Writer x is typing...

Ellen: @Writer x  Stop!

Tobi: @Ellen What now?

Writer x: How can I help you, Miss Ellen?

Ellen: A new rich kid sounds cliche. Don't go with that plot.

Daana: @Ellen Are you his girlfriend or do you know him personally? Nobody obstructed your idea, what's your deal?

   Writer x is typing...

Ellen:  I started this story, gave him or her the idea that started this story. So it is technically my story and he'll do as I want.

Nadia: @Ellen I am sick and tired of your stupid demands.

Ellen: Well if you want to make demands too, then start the story next time!

Uthman: @Ellen Bitch shut the fuck up!

Ellen:  Don't you ever call me a bitch talk more of telling me to shut the fuck up.

Nadia: @Ellen Bitch shut the fuck up!

Tobi: @Ellen Bitch shut the fuck up!

Daana: @Ellen Bitch shut the fuck up!

Ellen: Haters are always going to hate. 🖕

Writer x: My friends and I stood in the hall near our lockers, of course, the rich kids owned the middle of the halls. It was like a fashion runaway, they showed off the new materials they bought over the break. The poor and average kids cheer them on, I think that's the only thing they respected about them, the money they can't get or what they can't afford.

   "We have a new student, the President's son." My best friend, Khloe, whispered near me.

   "What's he doing in our school? I mean this school is not exactly for elites." Priyanka whispered to Khloe

  "Why are you whispering?"  I finally asked in a normal tone.

  "He might pass by anytime, hush." Priyanka whisper-yelled to which I rolled my eyes.

  "I think his father is trying to get on the good side of the citizens, he's not exactly loved by us." Khloe said answering Priyanka's previous question.

  "Is he? You know fine enough? " I asked winking at my friends.

   "Elizabeth!" My friends yelled forgetting to whisper.

  "What? I want to lose my v card before high school is over and I'm not losing it to an ugly person." I said shrugging.

  "Oh Lord, please bless my soul and forgive my sins for my mind have been tainted." Priyanka prayed making Khloe and I roll our eyes.

  "Oh my gosh, he's here!!" I heard a girl yell causing every single girl standing in the hall to scream.

  I rolled my eyes as I heard the screams, ok I just want you guys to know that I'm not this kind of person but this dude was too fine to hold back a scream. I pushed my way to the front screaming my head off.

   He looked at us or me specifically, his face showing nothing but disgust causing me to seize my scream. He rolled his eyes and continued walking down the hall. My friends and I stared at his back shocked, if his father was trying to get the public's good side he definitely sent the wrong person.

Writer x: I think we should call it a night?

Ellen: I think I'll call it a bye. I can't stay in a place I'm not respected.

Writer x: You already wrote a paragraph, you can't leave. After all, you started the book.

Writer x: Well if you love your brother, I'll advise you to stay.

Ellen: Woah, Woah! Why are you bringing my brother into this?

Writer x: it was just a suggestion. Casey loves adventure, right?

Ellen: What the hell?!? You're a fucking creep. I'm calling the cops.

Writer x: You'll need a proof.

Writer x: Awww, little Casey is upstairs working on his math assignment. Isn't he? A gun going through his little brain is not cute, is it?

Ellen: Leave my brother out of this.

Writer x: Then stay.

Ellen: Promise to leave my brother alone?

Writer x: Only if you promise to stay.

Ellen: Fine! I'll stay you creep.

Writer x: Trust me, I'll only break my promise if you break yours.

Nadia: This is the first time my ClickApp ever glitched.

Daana: Oh my, I thought I was the only one. I was chatting with my friends perfectly but the group just showed errors.

Tobi: Same here.

Uthman: I hope they're not planning on getting rid of the app.

Nadia: @Uthman lol same here.

Writer x: It's high time you went to bed. I'll open this group 8:30 pm tomorrow.

    Writer x closed the group.