Project 3

(enchant:?page,(bg:#fff4e6)) (text-colour:black)[ (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[ (text-style:"buoy")[ ~Summer Rain~]]] (text-colour:grey)[ >Load Game](text-colour:black)[ [[>New Game->Character Select]] [[>Credits->Credits]]]

(enchant:?page,(bg:#fff4e6)) (text-colour:black)[ (align:"=><=")[Choose Your Character] [[>Xander->Start Game]]] (text-colour:grey)[>Tyler] (text-colour:black)[ [[-Back-->Home Page]]]

(enchant:?page,(bg:#fff4e6)) (text-colour:black)[ (align:"=><=")[~Credits~] Story by: Benjamin Brooks Project by: Benjamin Brooks Media Used: Twine Special Thanks to Professor Rigdon for an awesome class this semester. [[-Back-->Home Page]]]

(enchant:?page,(bg:#fff4e6)) (text-colour:black)[ You have chosen Xander. (text-style:"sway")[Loading Game...]] (after:2s)[[[>Continue->The Beginning]]]

(text-colour:white)[ My name is Xander. Don't worry about a last name. I don't want it anyways. Thanks for coming. I know this is something you're not use to doing but I'm glad you're here. Take a (link-reveal:"seat")[= I'm not sure where to (link-reveal:"begin...")[= You're right. I guess it would be smart to begin at the (link-reveal:"beginning, huh?")[= Well, It started a couple years ago. I thought the summer would be just like the rest but it wasn't. For one, our little town had a massive downpour for the first half of it. We don't get much rain in the summer. It's usually very hot, and maybe a little humid. I started my day like I usually do. (after:20s)[[[>Continue ->Waking Up]]]]

(text-colour:white)[ I was sleeping as peacefully as one could on a matress that was lumpier than a camels back. My alarm went off, jolting me slightly. I raise my head and look at it. 8:00 am it flashed in red with it's sound ringing through my ears. I press the snooze button. [[>Get dressed->Up and At Em]]]

(text-colour:white)[ I slowly rise out of bed and rub my eyes. The bed creaks as I stand and look around the floor. My dirty clothes basket was overflowing. We couldn't afford to do laundry last week again, so I fish out the cleanest shirt and pair of pants I could find. Afterwards I put on my sneakers, there seems to be a new hole, and walk to (link-reveal: "the mirror.")[= I look (link-reveal: "tired.")[= I grab my backpack and leave my room. [[>Head downstairs->Mama]] [[>Go to my Parent's Room->Sleeping]]]

(text-colour:white)[ I make my way downstairs. As soon as I hit the last step, the smell of bacon, eggs, and french toast hit my nostrils. I walked up behind her and hugged her, trying my best not to get hit by the popping bacon grease. If you know (link-reveal:"you know.")[= "Morning Mama." I greet (link-reveal:"her.")[= "Morning honey. Can you give me a hand and pass me tuh sugar." She gives me a weak smile. I look into her eyes. The same jet black eyes bestowed to me but somehow they still held some sort of hope. There was something else (link-reveal:"there.")[= Mama isn't the best at hiding blemishes since she can't afford a foundation that matches her skin, so through the spotty coloring hides a purplish-black bruise. I ignore it and smile back at her reaching over her and grabbing the (link-reveal:"sugar.")[= "I know we should eventually invest in one of those...what do you call (link-reveal:"em-")[= "Step stools mama. Anyways I've gotta be goin. I don't want to be late. I love you." I say as I make my way to the (link-reveal:"door.")[= "Right Right.I love you too. Oh! Can you grab a couple things from your store before comin home? Here's the list." She walks over to me and puts the list in my hand before closing my fingers around it. I knew what this meant and I gave a quiet nod before shoving the paper in my pocket and leaving. [[>Go->Bus Stop]]]

(text-colour:white)[ I walk to my parents’ door and grip the handle. I hesitate before letting go of it. If ma was up, she would be downstairs by now either making breakfast or talking with Auntie Sherry out on the porch. Pops is still usually out cold or hungover. Either way, it’s best not to disturb him. [[>Go Downstairs->Mama]]]

(text-colour:white)[ I fish out my headphones and pop them into my ears. I look up at the dark grey clouds above me. I feel a drop of water suddenly on my cheek, then another on my forehead, and another. I need to get to the bus stop before the downpour (link-reveal: "starts.")[= I scroll through my playlist before startying up some Michael Jackson. //Who else to attempt to wake you up before a long shift? Kayne West? Sorry. I'm getting off// (link-reveal: "track.")[= I passed by broken down houses and playgrounds bustling with children playing on cracked rails. Soon it all fades as the forest greets me. Sometimes, I wish it could just swallow me (link-reveal: "whole.")[= I want it to envelope me. Cover me in it's shroud of green and (link-reveal: "black.")[= I bounce to the beats of Michael as the run down terminal comes into view. What ever was left of it was being taken over from the vines and moss from the nearby trees. They curl around the rusted metal, and peak up from the cracks in the concrete. I stood under it as I waited for the (link-reveal: "bus.")[= Suddenly I could hear the pitter patter of the rain hitting the metal roof. (link-reveal: "Pit.")[= (link-reveal: "Pat")[= //Pit.Pat.Pit.Pat.// It picks up. I hoped it would slow down or stopped by the time work would be better as I turned up mu music. I try to drown it all out when I see a shape fast approaching in my peripheral. [[>Turn->A boy]] [[>Ignore->I Tried]]]

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