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A Script For Seven Years: Chapter 3

by Junebug

Published August 31, 2026

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In A Script For Seven Years: All Chapters

Chapter 3: Alex

Lucy smiles and lets go of my hand, stepping closer. "Do you want to grab lunch later? We can talk about the dream, write down what you saw," She suggests.

I nod, "Sure." My chest feels tight. I want to chase after Cal, but I also want to stay in the warm, safe company of Lucy and her brilliant smile. I open my locker and grab my stuff. "See you at lunch." I say.

 I turn towards my history class, my mind split in two. 

The heavy wooden door of the history class shuts behind me, muffling the hallway noise, but it can't quiet the storm in my head. I sink into a desk in the back row, staring blankly at the whiteboard. The bitter taste of Cal's coffee lingers on my tongue, the smell of Lucy's perfume on my sweatshirt.

My mind keeps drifting back to the forest. In the dream, the trees were skeletal, reaching up towards a bruised purple sky. I can hear my mothers voice calling my name, frantically, always out of reach. Cal had been there the day I lost her. He found me curled up on the ground, shivering. But everytime I try to ask him about that day, he goes quiet, and steers the conversation away. He's trying to protect me from something, but I don't know what. And the weight of his secret threatens to fracture our bond.

The morning passes in a blur of anxiety. Every time a locker is slammed, or a book dropped, I jump, my anxiety threatening to consume me.

Comments & reviews · 1
Imahappywriter wrote a review Review · Yesterday

Hi there!
This piece is AMAZING, I quickly read over your other ones and I'm genuinely impressed. For me, it feels like I'm in the comfort of another dimension, with my totally other worldly book, being transferred into another world. In short I feel this is quite professional and I would in fact definitely read this if and as it was/is a novel, so congrats on that front. Now, the good stuff...
The first two paragraphs (9 ish sentences) are a great, realistic representation of friendship triangles and friendship venn diagrams if you will.

The morning passes in a blur of anxiety. Every time a locker is slammed, or a book dropped, I jump, my anxiety threatening to consume me.


I find this part really meaningful to the story and a nice rounding out.

The bitter taste of Cal's coffee lingers on my tongue, the smell of Lucy's perfume on my sweatshirt.


I love this bundle of contradictions, it has a nice representation.

My mind keeps drifting back to the forest. In the dream, the trees were skeletal, reaching up towards a bruised purple sky. I can hear my mothers voice calling my name, frantically, always out of reach. Cal had been there the day I lost her. He found me curled up on the ground, shivering. But everytime I try to ask him about that day, he goes quiet, and steers the conversation away. He's trying to protect me from something, but I don't know what. And the weight of his secret threatens to fracture our bond.


Finally, this is a vital, interesting and impressive reveal in the story, it's descriptive, emotional and I can relate to this (kind of), so I'm aware how it can feel.

Overall, this is super impressive and if you have or are going to write a book one day let me know. I am definitely reading it.

Junebug replied · 19h ago

Thank you! I'll be posting the next chapter tonight, so be ready for that!



Do just once what others say you can't do, and you will never pay attention to their limitations again.
— James R. Cook