:: Start
Your name is David. You're tall, about 6'4", and you've got wavy blond hair that girl would die for. You're always freezing cold for whatever reason, and nobody wants to hug you. It's five am, and you have to wake up to go to school.
[[Wake up|Waking up isn't easy]] [[Nah, I'll sleep in|Christ, you've already fucked up]]
:: Waking up isn't easy
Nobody likes waking up early. You get up, and quickly get dressed. It's winter, which means you're twice as cold as everyone else. No one else is in your small, cramped house; or, at least, no one else is supposed to be. You live with your Dad and he works from 3am to 7pm. For some odd reason, you hear a creak in your house, followed by a number of little footsteps.
[[Go check it out|No big deal]] [[Get the fuck out of here|Don't be so frightened, frightened boy]] [[Ignore it, go take a shower|Morning showers are amazing]]
:: StoryTitle
Thoughts Of Leaving
:: StoryAuthor
Ahoge
:: Don't be so frightened, frightened boy
Things aren't always what they seem.
[[Go check it out|No big deal]]
:: Christ, you've already fucked up
You sleep in and let your introverted life consume you. You die a lonely death.
[[Try Again|Start]]
:: Morning showers are amazing
You step into the heated fog of your shower and let the water dance on top of your skin. It melts away your anxiety for the moment, and gives you time to think.
:: No big deal
It's just your cat, Eight Ball. You named him so because his colors resemble those of an eight ball, and he seems to be able to predict future outcomes. Whatever that's supposed to mean. Eight Ball brushes up against your legs and purrs. You want to cuddle with him for a while, but you're going to be late for school.
[[Go take a shower. You stink.|Morning showers are amazing]]