Alright, so the first step is also one of the steps I tend to forget, even if you tell me a bazillion times.

White Room Syndrome.

I gotta describe the setting, the theme and the mood, right?

Well, it's a normal ass room with 40 seats for 28 kids who take the class and 12 kids who actually attend it. The theme is this random dude in front of me staring at me as if I am some sort of delicacy and the mood is how I think this guy is a pervert or an astigmatic; or both, he just has an excuse to cover his intentions.

So when the professor entered, he gave me that bitch look which reminded me that I had to add dialogues in here. Funny story I used to spell it like dialouge, then Grammarly happened.

Don't expect me to use fancy d̶i̶a̶l̶o̶u̶g̶e̶  dialogue tags like muttered, informed, agreed and jazz. Be grateful I am adding dialogues at all. Here comes nothing.
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Oh god, sudden realisation, I missed the screenplay format. Nevermind, I'll write dialogues in them.

WEIRD ASS CLASSROOM WHERE I AM SURE PEOPLE MAKE OUT–DAY

This new person is standing in front of me, playing with the notebook he has in his hand. The professor enters. Stands in front of the teacher's table. Fingers dance furiously to wipe off the dust and play an imaginary piano I can't even hear. The new guy glances at the clock for a brief moment and then at me, smiles nervously.

Professor

An old man(of course). The corner of the pocket in his shirt has turned red due to the pen and yellow due to the curry he spills all the god-damn time. Salt and pepper beard and hair. Smells like curry all the time.

Good morning students, thank you, Landon, for informing me. Surely Oakley will help you.

(MONOLOGUE)

Landon? Oh boy, his parents can't spell nor make out the gender.

Landon

Young brown dude. Chews his nails. Fidgets a lot. Tall and lean. Pervy or astigmatic. Avoids eye contact.

Thank you, professor, and Miss-

Me

It's okay just call me Oak.

Landon

Oak, thank you for lending me your knowledge and time.

Me

Dont worry about it, I didn't have much of a choice. choice. Professor was going to-

Professor (PRE-LAP)

That's enough introduction for now. You guys know the activity, I presume? I would not like to have more details being divulged.

(MONOLOGUE)
This son of a gun, he threatens me to deduct my credit and then doesn't want me to t̶e̶l̶l̶  show his dirty laundry?

By the power of cosmic energy and Jojo Siwa shouting in my ears, the professor got out of the room, leaving me and this Landon dude all alone.

Me
Don't make it any awkward; please take a seat.

He nodded and pulled a chair nearby, not before bumping into them 4 times. I shook my head and took another seat, straightened my shirt dress from behind and sat down.

He started to take out an entire journal, full of sticky notes, highlighter and other random jazz- essentially makeup for paper. This dude is a pandora box of surprises. He might have noticed me gapping, or he just felt the urge to clarify.

Landon

I like to write my notes neatly, it helps me revise them better with more incentive.

He shrugged, then flashed his awkward smile again. I swear, his smile is more awkward than your tongue sitting awkwardly inside your mouth.

Me

Yeah, it does look pretty, makes up for the topography of ugliness on my face.

I dramatically swirled my hands around my face and pouted. That was the first time I heard him laugh. He is an ugly laugher, not gonna lie, but ugly laughs end up as a quirky trait for your characters. Better laugh ugly if you wanna end up in a book.

Landon

Don't say that, I was going to ask if you're an Instagram model or not.

Me

Is that an insult or compliment or you're just an awkward flirt?

Landon
S

ee? At least you see yourself as a person with whom I can flirt. I like that. Keep it that way.
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Note: this bitch of a professor asked me to type in the format so here is my pseudo-scientific hypothetical format.

INT. MAKING OUT CLASSROOM-DAY
Fade-in

Landon and I are sitting opposite to each other. His tabletop is bursting with papers and notes while I am chewing on to the pen I borrowed from him. The room is well-lit for a make-out room.

Landon

So, where do we start? I have a character checklist, the ultimate guide, Pinterest-

Me (PRE-LAP)

Woah, woah. Hol' up wait a minute.

I raised my hand like traffic police and asked him to stop. He lifts his head ever so slightly and looks at me, then at the paper; as if I called his baby ugly. I laughed like a riot.

Me(Cont'd)

You really think that's how things work? Bro, no. I am not an imaginary person you are smooching at the back of your head.

I shake my head in disgust. His ignorance annoyed me.

Me(Cont'd)

Had this been like that, the professor would've asked us to just make up characters. No, those sheer waste of time and pixels are for things cooking in your head, not real people.

Landon

Then what do we do?

Me

We are the character in each other's story. You ought to get it.

Landon

(Breathes heavily, then looks up)

And how do m'lady suggest we'd do it?

Me

(scrunches face, is disgusted)

Eww, don't say that ever again. No wonder you can't write characters.

Landon

(Frowns, smile drops)

Do you mean I can't be a good character in anyone's story?

Me

Urgh, don't take it out of context. You def can. You tend to show the side that's too bor- not that appealing.

(phew, close call.)

Me( CONT'D)

Let's talk about physical appearance first. Write all of that and it catches your eye. Maybe write something you infer outta it. Just notice the details you'd normally not notice.

DON'T ABSOLUTELY WRITE ABOUT CUP SIZE OTHERWISE I WILL POKE YOUR EYES WITH A FUCKING PEN.

Landon(scared at first, then realised he needs to laugh to diffuse the tension)

Okay

(MONOLOGUE)

So, we spent the rest of our time checking each other out without a restraining order.

This is what I typed:

Face:

Local wheat, most probably those damn Asian genes doing its charm

Lean, tall, basic- would turn litmus blue

Cleanly chiselled jaw; almost nailed it- putting Handy Manny to shame

Cateye- what my door lacks and intruder's Christmas gift

Eyebrows- arching out of Hollister billboard

I closed my notebook, slamming it hard enough to make him look up. What is he writing so much? Why is there a need to write so much? Just write that I have a hairline that looks like the coast of Africa, garlic clove for bangs to make them Edward Cullen Practice social distancing and topography of Kilimanjaro. Easy-peasy.

Me:

I didn't ask you to paint me for blinds to read in braille. My beauty would be lost in translation.

Landon

Huh? You were the one who asked me to write whatever we see carefully. God gave you the disability to not see yourself, not me.

Me

Of course, God knew I wouldn't be able to handle the brilliance, it shines too bright.

Landon

Uh-huh, can I come up with a roast that I might think you'd use?

Landon

No, that's a dialogue. Let's cover it in mannerism.

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A/N

Yo, Oakley right her. I met this bitch who calls herself Light Yagami(pfft) on the dark web and she was looking for a ghostwriter so here i am! I know, this is a boring chapter, but your girl ain't dancing to the devil's tango if the other person is a jew. No Landon, ain't talking about you my dude. Aye-ni way, look forward to me going rampant and finishing this best seller book in a week. Epshita could never.

Plz look for typos and comment inline this epshita dude is broke I don't have resources.

Over and out!