Young Writers Society

Kim stabbed her spaghetti aggressively. She looked across the table at William. “So, where did you say you’re from, again?”

Will swallowed a bite of his sandwich and answered, “__. It’s my first time moving, actually, and-- uh, w-would you mind pointing your fork somewhere other than my face?”

Peter chuckled and said, “Don’t worry! Kim doesn’t even realize she looks so intimidating sometimes. She won’t actually attack you with silverware, unless you’ve really done something to annoy her. Which you won’t. Right?”

“R-right…”

Kim smirked and rolled her eyes. “Petey’s just joking! I’ve never stabbed anyone with a fork before.”

“Yeah, but you did throw that spoon at Oliver once, remember?”

“Only after he was a total jerk to you! I have excellent table manners otherwise,” Kim protested.

Will slowly started to get up from the table. “Okay, um. I’ll, uh, just be going now,” he squeaked. “Wouldn’t want to intrude on your argume-conversation, or anything, ehe.” He laughed nervously and tried to stand up, but suddenly some... force started tugging on his jacket. Will’s eyes widened as he was abruptly pulled back down into his seat. “Wh-wha--”

“Sorry. But we really do have important stuff to talk about.” Kim’s expression was serious now, and Will gulped.

“O-okay…”

Name: Kimberly (Kim) {last name}
Age: 13 (birthday in April)
Height: {taller than Pete}
Eye colour: dark blue
Physical appearance: black hair, normal build, excellent posture
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Name: Peter (Pete) {last name}
Age: 12 (birthday in September)
Height: {shorter than Kim}
Eye colour: close to black
Physical appearance: dark brown hair, light brown skin, thin, decent posture
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So I fleshed out my main character a bit more-- he has a last name now, hooray! William Viribel is a pretty shy teenager who, however, does tend to talk a lot when he's passionate about something. He's good at cooking, which will synergize well with another character, Peter's, ability (souper speed-- Peter consumes soup to gain speed). William lives with just his dad most of the time, because his mom is the CEO of {company that is currently unnamed xD}. She travels pretty often, but William always looks forward to those rare times when they can go for ice cream as a family. Oh yeah, and William's maternal grandparents were also around to raise him as a kid, and he learned tons of recipes from his grandpa.
Okie there's still (a lot) more to do, but I'm fairly satisfied with what I did today xD Ah and I might change up my Camp NaNo plans to just start writing as soon as possible, once I have the bare basics down, because I realized that I kinda tend to plan as I go >.>
Anyways, to anyone reading this, I hope you have a wonderfultastic day/night!! ^-^

William paused at the gates of the school and looked up. Well, not really-- the buildings were actually rather short and squat, and altogether not very pleasing to the eye. He supposed it was a public school in a tiny town, so he hadn't had grand expectations or anything, but still... this area just seemed rather boring. Of course, though, whenever the main character thinks that in a novel, the area often ends up being the opposite of boring... wait why am i writing this what xD Anyways, the buildings were short and tan and kinda ugly. William sighed and opened the gate (which was also pitifully short and complained by squeaking on its hinges), then entered the premises. (lol premises sounds so formal XP) William checked his schedule (unnecessary detail but oops) and found room (randomnumber) and opened the door, which also squeaked on its hinges (all the doors and stuff here squeak. it's a fact. that i made up on the spot >.>) He shuffled inside and chose a seat, which unfortunately was that super weird kind that was connected to the desk, and set his backpack down, trying not to make a sound. There were a couple other kids already, but the teacher had yet to appear. William thought that was slightly strange-- like, shouldn't teachers be more prepared than the students? But when he looked around, and as the minutes ticked by towards the start of class, no imposing teacher figure entered through the squeaky door. William sagged down in his chair as he mindlessly scribbled on his notebook.
Finally, five minutes after the bell rang, there came the intimidating sound of bunny slippers shuffling down the hall, and the door opened to reveal... a half-asleep woman with sparkly glasses and a coffee mug in her hand. It appeared the coffee hadn't helped much, as she looked rather sleepy (as i've already mentioned xp). William supposed this was the teacher? Yawning, the lady walked towards the front of the class and grabbed a marker. She introduced herself as Ms. Merily and sat down at her desk, then appeared to... doze off for a couple minutes. Some students watched impassively, while others started chatting with their friends, and others still did the same as the teacher and napped. William started wondering if this was all just a waste of time. But suddenly, Ms. Merily snapped awake and announced "Right! Welcome everyone! Give a--" she yawned-- "2-minute speech introducing yourselves to the class... Apologies if I don't pay attention, I'm sure your classmates will instead..." She closed her eyes for a moment, then snapped awake again. She pointed at William. "You there! Go ahead."
William blinked at her. ahhhhh what do I say??? He was never the best at public speaking, and his hands started sweating immediately. He wiped them on his shirt, then tried to stand

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