Virginia Tech: A Cho-ose Your Own Adventure
This is the most important day of your life. You don't have time from breakfast. If anything, the growling in your stomach represents the pain in your soul and your disgust to the world. You are beyond the trivialities of such things like eating.
You jump out of bed and start putting your clothes on. It's already almost seven. If you want to catch the girl, you will have to hurry...
You have been in love with this girl for a month now. From the first time you saw her face at the cafeteria salad bar, you have been captivated. If anyone could bring you back from the brink, it would be her. You have been quietly following her for several weeks now, trying to see who she hung out with, where she went, what she seems to like.
Last week, she caught you following her (guess your not as slick as you think you are) and she told you to stop or else she'd call the police. Even though she looked upset, you figure that it's just because all the freshman girls at the school get indoctrinated with that Take Back the Night bullshit and that deep down, she's really flattered at your attentions. You pull back some, but still try to keep track of where she goes.
From your reconnaissance, you know that Monday mornings, she has US History to the Civil War at 8 o'clock and that she usually gets up around seven to shower and eat breakfast (she usually eats Froot Loops with 2%, a banana and orange juice in the morning). If you get to her room by seven, she should just be getting up.
You make your way to the fourth floor of the West Ambler Johnston and make your way towards room 4040. The dry-erase board on the door says "YER THE KEWLEST!" written on it in multiple colors with a smiley face. You knock on the door tentatively.
Listening through the door, you don't hear anything so you knock again. After the second time, you hear a groggy "Who is it?" from inside. You don't answer, you just knock again, lighter this time.
Finally, you hear footsteps and the bolt to the door slide back. It opens with a creak and the girl looks through it. She's wearing a Hokies t-shirt and gymshorts and looks like she just woke up. She groans a little when she sees you. "What do you want?"
You didn't know what you were going to say when you came over here. You don't know what you're going to say now. You mouth feels glued together. Finally, you manage to stammer, "Please...I need to talk to you."
The girls sighs. "Cho...I told you before. I don't want to talk to you."
"No, you have to talk to me," you plead. "I feel like I might...do something."
"Then go do something," she says. "I need to get ready for my first class. Goodbye."
She tries to shut the door, but you wedge your sneaker into the door before she can.
"Dammit!" she says. "Get your foot the fuck out of my door or I promise you, I'll call the police and get you arrested!" she sneers. "And god help you when my boyfriend finds out you're stalking me..."
Those words hit you like a lightning bolt. "You...you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes; I have a boyfriend. And I promise, when he finds out how you've been harrassing me, he's gonna beat you into sukiyaki you slant-eyed freak! Now leave me alone!"
You're stunned. You can't move. This whole time you've been following her and tracking her movements, you had no idea she had a boyfriend. The love of your life has been leading you on this whole time. You begin shaking as the flood of emotions hits you, and the deep despair suddenly begins to feel like uncontrollable rage. You want to kill this lying cunt...
You jump out of bed and start putting your clothes on. It's already almost seven. If you want to catch the girl, you will have to hurry...
You have been in love with this girl for a month now. From the first time you saw her face at the cafeteria salad bar, you have been captivated. If anyone could bring you back from the brink, it would be her. You have been quietly following her for several weeks now, trying to see who she hung out with, where she went, what she seems to like.
Last week, she caught you following her (guess your not as slick as you think you are) and she told you to stop or else she'd call the police. Even though she looked upset, you figure that it's just because all the freshman girls at the school get indoctrinated with that Take Back the Night bullshit and that deep down, she's really flattered at your attentions. You pull back some, but still try to keep track of where she goes.
From your reconnaissance, you know that Monday mornings, she has US History to the Civil War at 8 o'clock and that she usually gets up around seven to shower and eat breakfast (she usually eats Froot Loops with 2%, a banana and orange juice in the morning). If you get to her room by seven, she should just be getting up.
You make your way to the fourth floor of the West Ambler Johnston and make your way towards room 4040. The dry-erase board on the door says "YER THE KEWLEST!" written on it in multiple colors with a smiley face. You knock on the door tentatively.
Listening through the door, you don't hear anything so you knock again. After the second time, you hear a groggy "Who is it?" from inside. You don't answer, you just knock again, lighter this time.
Finally, you hear footsteps and the bolt to the door slide back. It opens with a creak and the girl looks through it. She's wearing a Hokies t-shirt and gymshorts and looks like she just woke up. She groans a little when she sees you. "What do you want?"
You didn't know what you were going to say when you came over here. You don't know what you're going to say now. You mouth feels glued together. Finally, you manage to stammer, "Please...I need to talk to you."
The girls sighs. "Cho...I told you before. I don't want to talk to you."
"No, you have to talk to me," you plead. "I feel like I might...do something."
"Then go do something," she says. "I need to get ready for my first class. Goodbye."
She tries to shut the door, but you wedge your sneaker into the door before she can.
"Dammit!" she says. "Get your foot the fuck out of my door or I promise you, I'll call the police and get you arrested!" she sneers. "And god help you when my boyfriend finds out you're stalking me..."
Those words hit you like a lightning bolt. "You...you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes; I have a boyfriend. And I promise, when he finds out how you've been harrassing me, he's gonna beat you into sukiyaki you slant-eyed freak! Now leave me alone!"
You're stunned. You can't move. This whole time you've been following her and tracking her movements, you had no idea she had a boyfriend. The love of your life has been leading you on this whole time. You begin shaking as the flood of emotions hits you, and the deep despair suddenly begins to feel like uncontrollable rage. You want to kill this lying cunt...