This is the first chapter of a comedy I wrote :3 It's basically a sort of Isekai. You can interpret the friendship as platonic or queer-coded, I don't care tbh. Previous- this is chapter one my dear friend! First- this is chapter one my dear friend! Next- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1324403954/ who wants to draw me a thumbnail~
“Sophia! Get out of your room and clean out your school stuff!” My mom screamed. I swear the windows rattled. “Mom, it’s the literal first day of summer vacation,” I whine. “Exactly, so go clean out your backpack!” I drag myself downstairs, drag my backpack back upstairs, and proceed to dump all my notebooks on my bookshelf and dump everything else in the drawers of my desk. “I’m done!” I yell. “Sure you are,” Mom hollers. I can almost feel the giant cartoon sweat drop over my head. (If I was in a cartoon.) “I’m tired, can I sleep? Please?” I beg. “No!” “But-” “No means no, Sophia! You’re a middle schooler. Have some maturity!” I make a weird noise that sounded like a combination of being strangled and barfing. I’m so good at weird noises. “Sleep when it’s time to sleep, for goodness sake, and don’t mess up your sleep schedule!” she yells, exasperated. “Please, help me do the laundry before Dad gets back.” “Fineee, finefinefinefinefine,” I grumble. “Watch your attitude!” *** I glance at the digital clock, glowing through the darkness of my bedroom. “2 am? Holy doomscroll.” I put my phone on the bedside table, praying that Mom won’t barge in. I pull my blankets over myself and finally fall asleep. Suddenly, I find myself sitting at a rough, wooden table, my forehead resting against it, my hand wrapped around the handle of a- is that a tankard of beer? I’M UNDERAGE! I bolt upright. “WHAT THE-” I seal my lips shut. A few people are staring at me but the noise in the- tavern?- doesn’t diminish at all. Wait, what? TAVERN? The heck just happened? “Holy tavern!” I yell. No one gives me a second glance. “You must be a newbie in town!” a cheerful voice says. Right next to me. HOLY HE WAS NEXT TO ME AND I DIDN’T NOTICE. “What? Huh? Where is this place? Where am I? I was just in my bed? This is a dream isn’t it?” I flail my arms, forgetting I’m holding a tankard of HOLY BEER, and it flies across the room. “Watch it, lassie!” a rough voice shouts. “Are you drunk?” the long-haired boy asks. His hair is tied in a ponytail but half of it’s come out. Boys come to school in their bed hair anyway. Woah, it’s dyed! And purple too. I’ve always wanted dyed hair. He looks about my age, but he’s wearing a leather tunic and pants, basically the starter pack for dudes in video games. He’s wearing basically the outfit boys wear in fantasy anime. Wait a- holy that’s what I’m wearing! Who changed me? “No!” I yelled. “I’m underage!” “Well you don’t look drunk,” he mused. “Or act drunk. Must be half asleep.” “Someone pinch me!” I holler. Then I immediately jump about ten feet into the air, clutching my arm. “HOLY PINCH!” “You asked me to pinch you,” the boy says with a shrug. “How did I even get here?” I yell, clutching my arm. “This isn’t a dream, so where the heck am I and how do I get out of here?” “You’re in the very cozy village of Summer Falls, in the Cottage Inn!” he announces grandly. “You’ve been asleep on that table all night. Oh, good morning by the way!” “HUH? I just went to sleep in my bed! It’s two am! THE HECK HAPPENED I JUST GOT- HOLY ISEKAI!” “Isekai? Is that a term where you come from?” he asks pleasantly. “Where are you from anyway?” “Yes it is, it means I just got TELEPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD, AH AM I DEAD?” “Oh, I see! Summer Falls must be so different from where you live that it seems your in another world!” He laughs. “Also, you didn’t answer my question. Also, I am very much alive and I am speaking to you, therefore you are not dead.” “Ever heard of Deerfield?” “Nope.” “Aaahhh,” I wail, clutching my hair and putting my forehead on the table. Then I bolt upright. “Um, are you-” “I GOT THIS!” I holler. “If I got here by sleeping I can get back by sleeping!” “It’s like two-thirty in the afternoon-” the boy starts, but I ignore him. Then I realize I am absolutely not tired at all. I’m wide awake. I faceplant on the table, almost seeing the purple anime dread-lines. “Uurgh.” “You sound very drunk,” he observes. “But your eyes are clear and your face isn’t red.” “For the last time I’m underage,” I mumble through the sticky table. “I can’t have alcohol for like fifteen hundred thousand years and I’d like to keep it that way.” “Is that a custom in your hometown?” the boy asks. “It’s a holy law.” “What’s your name, anyway? I’m Fern.” “Fern? That sounds like a girl's name.” “I am a girl.” “HOLY-” “What? Did you think I was a boy?” “Um… no.” “Yeh, sure. What’s your name?” Fern puts his- uhm, her- chin on the table, and I turn my head sideways to look at her. “Soph-” “SOPH! That’s my grandma’s name!” “I- uh, it’s Sophi-” “That’s so cool! You have the same name as my grandma!” “Uh, it’s not ‘Soph’, it’s-” “Come on, Soph! Let me give you a tour!” She grabs my hand and drags me up. As she does, I notice her ears for the first time. “HOLY ELF!” “What?” Fern says, confused. “You’re one too.” She pokes my ear. “AIEEE!” I scream, and it echoes over the rooftops.
