The roots of this revelation first came to me in seventh grade. Or, well, I suppose that wasn\u2019t when I <\/em>figured it out, but rather, it was when those around me did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There I was, sitting so calmly and peacefully in my chair, working on a math problem in MS Math Comp Prep. A hand sneaks slowly into my peripheral vision. Almost by habit, I duck down violently, knocking my head against the table: I thought it was my brother trying to rub my hair. I\u2019ve developed far<\/em> too good reflexes just to avoid getting my hair messed up. For once, though, it wasn\u2019t my brother. It was a smiling, faux-angelic chaos gremlin monster I liked to call my best friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the time I relaxed from my Head-Ducked-Under-Arms Hair-Protection Turtle Pose\u2122, she\u2019d snatched my eraser and gone back to work, all innocence. I glanced about warily, sighed with a breath of relief when my brother and his malicious designs on my hair were nowhere to be found, and went back to my math problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Across the table, my future friend\u2019s eyes gleamed. We will refer to her as MHG <\/strong>(Muggle Hermione Granger) because she looks a lot like Hermione Granger should, I think, just prettier and smarter and nicer and non-wand-waving. After that event, there was not a week that went past that whole school year when my camera didn\u2019t end up in someone else\u2019s hands or the end of my pencil didn\u2019t mysteriously vanish. Sometimes, it felt as if the water bottle was growing legs and running to random, ridiculous places such as behind the frickin\u2019 trash can, WHY IS MY WATER BOTTLE BEHIND THE TRASH CAN!?<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n MHG, being smarter and more perceptive than the rest of us mere humans, understood the truth about friendly thievery. It was something I would only realize after she told me, years into our friendship. But soon after I found out\u2014and before I could truly return MHG<\/strong>\u2019s friendship through the time-honored practice of stealing\u2014the pandemic struck, and we were torn asunder for two long years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now that the pandemic is (kind of?) over, though, friendship thievery is back with a vengeance. This past year, in particular, I\u2019ve had far too many, far too memorable, Incidents of Larceny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An Incident of pure, rude treachery.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a lovely Tuesday morning. (dead) Autumn leaves danced through the grass, the sun was kind of shining, and it wasn\u2019t as cold as it could\u2019ve been. There I was, sitting at the round tables in the halls at school, chatting cheerfully with a friend. We\u2019ll call him Pebbles, because I know a chihuahua named Pebbles, and his last name could be mispronounced as \u201cChihuahua.\u201d You know, if you\u2019re annoyed at him and want to annoy him, which I was and I did, rather a bit after this Incident.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One of Pebbles<\/strong>\u2019 foibles is that it\u2019s always quite difficult to tell when he\u2019s being serious. Another one of his foibles is that one of the things that he is <\/em>generally serious about is that, well. He doesn\u2019t like STUCO (Student Council). I still don\u2019t know exactly what<\/em> he finds so shoddy about STUCO, but you can never account for taste. So when he began to complain about GECKO\u2019s (Green Earth Community Knowledge Organization) donation bin, thinking it was STUCO\u2019s, I just nodded and hummed with vague acknowledgment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Technically speaking, he wasn\u2019t complaining<\/em>. He was simply praising it in such sarcastic, tortuous tones that it was clear that he was really denouncing it. I didn\u2019t exactly understand why<\/em> he would pick the donation bin, of all things, to heckle\u2014after all, STUCO has so many other, more heckle-worthy events. In the end, I couldn\u2019t understand his choice, so I just mentally shrugged and kept nodding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m just so glad<\/em> that STUCO is doing a donation bin, you know? Like, some hobbies are just so hard to get started on, it\u2019s so nice that STUCO is giving people an opportunity to get started!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUh huh.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLike art, or photography! A camera is so expensive<\/em>, people who aren\u2019t as fortunate have no way of getting started on something like that, it\u2019s just so nice that STUCO is helping them maybe find that kind of new interest!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTotally, yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n As he continued delving deeper and deeper into the topic, I started tuning him out more and more. Ten minutes into his one-sided conversation, he asked a question that required a bit more attention on my part: \u201cLike, Sophie. You like photography, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHmm?\u201d I raised an eyebrow. \u201cOh, I don\u2019t know, Pebbles<\/strong>. I really can\u2019t tell, because it\u2019s not like I\u2019m always<\/em> lugging my yearbook camera around.\u201d I reached my hand behind myself to lift my camera and wave it in his face. Not having eyes growing out of the back of my head, I missed my camera in my first attempt to grab it. I reached in a slightly different direction behind me, but still, I only grasped air. I turned my head mid-ramble, only to find an utterly blank and empty tabletop. Hmm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I blinked at the table. Peeked underneath. Did I leave it in my classroom back when\u2014wait. I spun around to glare at Pebbles<\/strong>. \u201cYou!<\/em> I\u2014you\u2014I don\u2019t\u2014aargh!\u201d With that bit of incoherent spluttering over, I stormed over to the donation bin and snatched my camera out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou, I, you,<\/em> hahaha!\u201d His cackles rang out from behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My glower darkened. What excellent<\/em> friends I have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An Incident rather more reminiscent of <\/em>MHG<\/em><\/strong>\u2019s original friendship overtures.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Before we start in on Incident 2, I must describe our cast. <\/p>\n\n\n\n First and foremost, for she was the one who began the chain of events, is Soar<\/strong>. She is so-called because (brace yourself for the most beautiful stream-of-consciousness reasoning here) she\u2019s a Taylor Swift fan and loves lyric-spamming Swift lyrics. Swift is, according to Merriam-Webster, \u201cany of numerous small plainly colored birds (family Apodidae) that are related to the hummingbirds but superficially much resemble swallows.\u201d Birds soar. Also, our yearbook theme this year is Take Flight<\/em>, and she\u2019s the co-editor of the Yearbook with me this year. Also, her brother likes aviation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Speaking of which, her brother, who will also feature in this Incident, will be named Boing<\/strong>, for he loves Boeing so much that he put a \u201cvirus\u201d on many of his friends\u2019 computers to continuously, never-endingly open Boeing.com tabs. However, I\u2019m uncertain if I can actually call him Boeing because, like, copyright or something, so I\u2019ll remove a letter. Besides, he\u2019s bouncy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Naturally, this Incident will also involve MHG<\/strong>, as it is an incident so similar to her original friendship overtures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had a bit of trouble with naming our last member of the cast. I rather thought her pseudonym should be related to shells, but it was a bit difficult settling on a good one. I can\u2019t call her \u201cTurtle\u201d because Turtle <\/strong>is already Turtle<\/strong>, I\u2019m not sure if she\u2019ll be offended if I call her \u201cSnail\u201d because some people don\u2019t really like snails, and \u201cGastropod\u201d and \u201cBrachipod\u201d <\/strong>sound too much like some sort of nasal disease. Something about sand dollars and a reference to Percy Jackson might be clever, but I can\u2019t quite figure out a good one (\u201cPollution\u201d <\/strong>hardly sounds suitable, and \u201cAnti-Pollution\u201d was simply far too long). Or perhaps something about argonauts, but for one thing, \u201cJason\u201d <\/strong>is already taken. For another, the only female on that ship was \u201cAtalanta,\u201d which I would constantly mix with \u201cAtlanta\u201d and then I\u2019d just get stuck on thinking about Georgia and never get anything done. Eventually, I settled on calling her Pearl<\/strong> because pearls are contained in shells. <\/p>\n\n\n\n With that, let us dive into the Incident itself (though keep in mind, I did employ some small amount of creative licensing) (also, I\u2019m sure the formatting is not quite right. So if you actually know screenwriting, just ignore the incorrect formatting).<\/p>\n\n\n\n An Incident where far too much was going on.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n If you haven\u2019t noticed yet, I\u2019ve been trying a different writing format\/style for each of these incidents. For this last incident, I decided to ask Chat-GPT to write it up for me, given a short description of what happened. I had two reasons for this: 1) I couldn\u2019t figure out another writing format I could<\/em> use; 2) because Boing <\/strong>is once more a large part of this Incident, and Boing<\/strong> really likes messing with ChatGPT; and 3) I was feeling lazy. And 4) apparently I can\u2019t count.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \/\/with commentary from me \ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie<\/strong> sat in math class, fidgeting nervously as she waited for the teacher to start the lesson. She had always struggled with math and was feeling especially anxious today. \/\/ExCusE me, I have NOT always struggled with math! This is blasphemy! Horrid, evil, cruel blasphemy!<\/em> As she dug through her backpack, searching for her calculator, she noticed that her camera and phone were missing. \/\/You give my observation skills FAR too much credit, lol.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Panicked, she turned to her friends MHG<\/strong>, Boing<\/strong>, and Pearl<\/strong>, who were sitting nearby. “Have any of you seen my camera or phone?” she asked, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. \/\/You think I would be pAnIcKeD about not seeing something in my backpack hanging around with ThIS group of trolls?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n MHG<\/strong> and Boing<\/strong> exchanged a mischievous look and then burst out laughing. “We might have borrowed them,” MHG<\/strong> admitted, grinning. \/\/They would not admit this so readily. Ofc, I also wouldn\u2019t need to ask.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie’s heart sank. She had always trusted her friends and never thought they would steal from her. \/\/Loooooool. <\/em>“Why would you do that?” she asked, fighting back tears. \/\/Honestly ChatGPT, have a bit more faith in me. I don\u2019t tear up this easily!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n “We just wanted to play a little prank on you,” Boing<\/strong> explained, looking guilty. \/\/gUiLtY??? ? GUILTY??! lool <\/em>“We didn’t mean to upset you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She knew that getting angry or upset wouldn’t solve anything. “Can you please give my things back?” she asked calmly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n MHG<\/strong> reached into her backpack and pulled out Sophie’s phone. “Here you go,” she said, handing it over. “I’m sorry we took it without asking.” \/\/Aaaw thanks. Now tell me this in real life \ud83d\ude1b<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie let out a sigh of relief and quickly called her camera to see if it was nearby. \/\/Since when could I just call my camera?! <\/em>To her surprise, the ringing came from Pearl<\/strong>\u2019s backpack. Pearl<\/strong> blushed and apologized as she handed the camera over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But as Sophie was distracted by her phone and camera, Boing<\/strong> snuck out of the room. He had hidden Sophie’s camera in another classroom, thinking it would be a hilarious prank. \/\/Okay, two things (and this time it really is two): 1) I don\u2019t think \u201cthis would be a hilarious prank\u201d is what goes through any of their minds at moments like these. Instead, I think it\u2019s something more along the lines of, \u201cUNATTENDED FRIEND ITEM!!!!!!\u201d and then it\u2019s just an instinct sort of thing. 2) where is the cohesion in any of this? Didn\u2019t I just get my phone and camera back, supposedly? How is <\/em>Boing <\/em><\/strong>able to take my camera again???<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie was determined to get her camera back, so she asked the teacher if she could go and retrieve it. The teacher agreed, and Sophie set off to find Boing<\/strong> and her camera. She searched the classrooms and finally found Boing<\/strong> sitting at a desk, playing with her camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Hey!” she said, surprised to see him there. \/\/idk why I would ever be surprised <\/em>“What are you doing with my camera?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Boing<\/strong> looked up and sheepishly handed the camera over. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to take it for so long. I just thought it would be funny.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sophie couldn’t believe her friends had gone to such lengths to play a prank on her. \/\/lool<\/em> But as she took her camera back, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had outsmarted her friends and gotten her belongings back. \/\/uh\u2026 outsmarted? how? <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n As she walked back to math class, she made a mental note to get revenge on Boing<\/strong>. And when she got home that night, she snuck into his bedroom and stole his desktop computer and backpack. \/\/ok this is creepy. We don\u2019t live together? How do i sneak into his bedroom?? <\/em>She knew it wouldn’t make up for the stress and anxiety her friends had caused her, but it was a small victory. \/\/I\u2019m pretty sure losing the desktop is probably more anxiety-inducing than losing a phone tho. <\/em>From now on, she would be more careful about trusting her friends with her belongings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \/\/In summary: maybe ChatGPT doesn\u2019t quite work perfectly yet :pp<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I sat in Math Comp Prep class, most distinctly not<\/em> fidgeting nervously and not<\/em> always struggling with math or feeling especially anxious. As always, the first hour was relatively productive, by which I mean we probably spent as much as \u00be of the class working. By the second hour, though, our attention had turned to other topics than math. The first casualties of that distracted attention were my phone and camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My camera, if you haven\u2019t realized yet, gets caught up in far<\/em> too many thievery shenanigans. Whenever I leave it anywhere close to Boing<\/strong>, it invariably ends up in his hands. Sometimes he\u2019ll take dozens of random shots. Other times, he\u2019ll take the lens off and then<\/em> take dozens of random shots, insisting that the camera can \u201cwirelessly connect\u201d to the lens that he was holding a foot away from the camera itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t particularly mind<\/em> either of those actions, though: the former is totally understandable because pointing the camera in a random direction and holding down the button is unbelievably satisfying. Meanwhile, the latter is just funny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As such, I decided to focus on getting my phone back, first. Luckily, there\u2019s a little-known feature of phones that makes it very easy to find one lost nearby. Namely, besides the primary purposes of music, TikTok, and Discord of teenagers\u2019 phones nowadays, phones are actually also capable of being called, and ringing very loudly when that happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I called my phone, the ringing chimed from inside MHG<\/strong>\u2019s backpack. I wandered over and glared at her for a few seconds, but she just smiled and wouldn\u2019t give her backpack up for inspection. I pouted at her. She pouted back. I decided this standoff was an insurmountable barrier I wouldn\u2019t be able to overcome, so I sat back down and glared at my paper, instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wait, no. This was utterly ridiculous. That was my <\/em>phone, why was I just letting her keep it? I rang for my phone again, just to put off actually bothering to confront her for a bit\u2014why was that ringing coming from Pearl<\/em><\/strong>\u2019s backpack now? Wait, no, it was also coming from MHG<\/strong>\u2019s general vicinity? Why are there two different ringings?<\/p>\n\n\n\n MHG <\/strong>grinned. I took a quick peek from under the table and, ah. She was using her phone\u2019s ringtone to throw me off about where my phone really was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2026which brings us back to, since when did MHG<\/strong> even get the chance to transfer my phone to Pearl<\/strong>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I glared at Pearl<\/strong>. She smiled. Smiled. Folded. Handed the phone over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gee, thanks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I spun around with a dramatic flair, though my hairflip was probably not as dramatic as I thought it was. By which I mean it was practically nonexistent. In that moment, I saw Boing<\/strong> was sneaking out of the room, hunched over and looking rather silly. Naturally, I gave immediate chase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the time I got out of the classroom, he was coming back in, so I checked the nearby classrooms to see what sus things he could\u2019ve done. In the first classroom I checked, I discovered my camera shoved into the bottom of a box in the corner of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were some more shenanigans by the time I returned to the classroom\u2014I lost my backpack, then my water bottle, then my backpack again. By the time I lost my backpack the second time, basically everyone in that class (so, like, maybe ten people?) had joined in on the chaotic, friendly, thievery. Eventually, I decided that enough was enough and cowered in the corner of the room. Boing<\/strong> was also crouched hiding in that corner, guarding his desktop from everyone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But our retreat from the chaos did not save us from its reaches. Before we could even relax, MHG <\/strong>rushed over and snatched Boing<\/strong>\u2019s water bottle from him. \u201cIf you don\u2019t give me my pencil case back, I\u2019m keeping this as hostage!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Boing<\/strong> was like, \u201ci DoNt HaVe iT!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI DoNt CaRe, HeLp mE FiNd iT!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then MHG<\/strong>\u2019s brother popped up out of nowhere, took the pencil case out from under his desk, and was like, \u201cI found it! Here you go MHG<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so MHG<\/strong> went all, \u201cBoing<\/strong> You Didn\u2019t Help Me Find It, Im Keeping Your Watter Bottle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then she was waving around my<\/em> water bottle, and then Boing <\/strong>somehow got the water bottles back but then he lost his backpack to MHG<\/strong>, and everyone else is just ignoring us, scrambling to get their various belongings back from whatever corners they were hidden in, and then eventually I stole Boing<\/strong>\u2019s laptop and backpack?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Uh, and then at some point I went and ate some pancakes in Culinary Studies, and apparently Soar <\/strong>and Boing<\/strong> thought I\u2019d already left the school by that point, so Soar<\/strong> started panic-texting me to ask me if I had Boing<\/strong>\u2019s desktop, while I started panic-searching for Boing<\/strong> in the school because I didn\u2019t<\/em> actually want to take that huge block of plastic home, and then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n \/\/Well, actually. Now that I think of it, ChatGPT really did a great job with its version. It really portrayed the lack of cohesion perfectly.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\nIncident 1: Kindly Donations<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Dec 6, 2022<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
Incident 2: Stowaway<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Some Friday or Other<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
Cast<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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Scene I<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
FADE IN:\nEXT. SCHOOL BUILDING - MORNING<\/strong>\nWE OPEN on a brick and concrete building. We see people rushing\nto and fro through a pair of glass sliding doors. We push in \ncloser; the people slowly become distinguishable as children \nlugging backpacks. A GIRL stands out from their midst because \nshe walks so slowly.\n CUT TO:\nINT. SCHOOL BUILDING - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS<\/strong>\nTHE GIRL, YOURS TRULY (YT), lost to the world. Glasses askew,\nfrowning heavily. Her face inches from her computer screen as she\nwalks. She almost runs into another girl. Her friend, SOAR, steers\nher clear.\n SOAR\n Maybe save bashing your head in for when college apps \n are due.\n YT\n Yep.\n SOAR\n You know, Hogwarts has an absolutely torturous \n application process. There\u2019s five essays and you have \n to write them all with quill and parchment. \n YT\n Uh huh.\nSOAR turns to the other girl, PEARL, smiling faintly. Makes sure\nshe\u2019s alright. Passes her something, but she rushes after YT too\nquickly for us to see what it was. Perhaps something PEARL\ndropped?\n SOAR\n And you need to steal an owl from the local zoo to send \n it all to Britain, which is why none of the zoos have\n any owls this time of year.\n YT\n Hmm.\nThe pair ascend the stairs to the seniors-only study area, --\nZEN DEN<\/strong>\nYT collapses into an armchair. SOAR does the same across from \nher.\n YT (V.O.)\n Did you know that the Jostens fonts aren\u2019t actually in\n Photoshop?\n SOAR\n Oh, I thought you could only say monosyllabic\n sentences.\n YT (V.O.)\n And then someone said their favorite cuisine is sugar.\n Sugar? What sort of cuisine is sugar? And then someone\n else said they prefer American Chinese food. Do I count\n that as American food or Chinese food? How am I\n supposed to make a pie chart of this?\nYT tries to take a sip of water. Her water bottle is not in her\nbackpack. Her attention is finally drawn away from the screen as \nshe looks around for it.\n YT\n Oh, remind me to get my water bottle back from the \n classroom later.\n SOAR\n Of course. Go back to wrangling your photoshop.\n YT\n Mm hm.\n FADE OUT.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Scene II<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
FADE IN:\nINT. ZEN DEN - LUNCH TIME<\/strong>\nYT stands from her armchair. Stretches. Scratches her head.\n YT (V.O.)\n I could\u2019ve sworn there was something I was supposed\n to do.\nYT looks around. SOAR is no longer here: she left for a class \nsome time ago. YT shrugs and sits back down. Begins to eat her \nlunch.\n YT (V.O.)\n Honestly, sugar of all things. Sugar! What sort of\n trolls...\nYT reaches for her water bottle. Blinks.\n YT (V.O.)\n Oh, right, water bottle.\nYT takes a few more bites. Sits there, staring at the stairs.\n YT (V.O.)\n Well, it\u2019s so far away. I don\u2019t suppose it\u2019s really\n worth the effort to get up and get it, is it?\nShe looks up, plaintive. Begging. When no mysterious being\nappears in midair to agree, she sighs and starts walking down \nthe stairs.\nHALLWAY<\/strong>\nOn her way to the classroom, YT bumps into PEARL again.\n YT\n Oh, hello. How's life?\n PEARL\n I'm good. How about you?\n YT\n Mmmhm.\n PEARL\n Where are you headed?\n YT\n I\u2019m going to the yearbook classroom. I left something\n in there during first block.\n PEARL\n Ah.\nPEARL shifts her backpack. It\u2019s probably too heavy.\n PEARL\n Well, in that case, I think we\u2019re here.\n YT\n Yep.\nYT stares at the classroom door. The door does not stare back.\n YT (V.O.)\n Well. It\u2019s locked. Clearly I\u2019m not meant to get my\n water bottle back.\nYT looks up. PEARL is gone. YT shrugs and returns to --\nZEN DEN<\/strong>\n\nA colorful backpack is propped on the stairs. Sticking out of its\nside pocket is a strangely familiar chipped and battered water \nbottle. YT bounces over to her armchair, where another girl is \nalready sitting.\n YT\n MHG! You\u2019re here! Lovely. How\u2019s life?\n MHG\n Alright. Want to see some more dresses?\n YT\n Yes!\nYT finishes eating her lunch as they pore over MHG\u2019s computer.\n YT\n I\u2019ll go put my lunchbox away. I\u2019ll be right back.\nWhen she walks past the backpack, she stops and stares. There\nreally was something strangely familiar about that--\n YT\n MHG! Is that my water bottle in your backpack?\n MHG\n Huh? What do you mean?\n YT\n I mean--\nMHG snatches the water bottle up and runs. YT stares after her,\nmomentarily befuddled, before letting out a shout and giving\nchase, down the stairs and into --\nHallway<\/strong>\nMHG turns the corner. By the time YT catches sight of her again,\nher hands are empty. They\u2019re in the senior locker block. \n YT\n MHG\u2026\n MHG\n Yes?\n YT\n Where's my water bottle?\n MHG\n What water bottle?\nYT scowls and stomps over. Checks her locker. MHG\u2019s locker. Even\nSOAR\u2019s locker.\n YT (sighing)\n Oh, nevermind. I'm going to class.\n FADE OUT.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Scene III<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
FADE IN:\nINT. CLASSROOM - MATH COMP PREP - FINAL CLASS<\/strong>\nYT leans back in her chair, trying to balance it on two legs.\nPEARL sits across from her, pencil scritch-scratching on her\npaper. MHG sits next to her, chatting idly with SOAR, sitting\nacross from her.\n YT\n Oh, by the way. Who does<\/em> have my water bottle?\n PEARL (looking up)\n You still haven't found it yet?\n YT\n No\u2026wait. You were involved, too?\n PEARL\n Yeah. I think I gave it to MHG.\n YT (V.O.)\n Honestly, are none of my friends innocent, simple,\n non-stealing--\n MHG\n No, I gave it to you, you didn\u2019t give it to me.\n MHG\n Oh right. The first time I got it I think I gave it to\n you--or maybe BOING, actually--but then, wait, no,\n BOING gave it to me, and then I gave it to you, and\n then I gave it to BOING again, or maybe--\n SOAR\n That makes sense, I gave it to BOING that first time--\n PEARL\n No, you gave it to me, and then I gave it to BOING,\n because--\n SOAR\n But it can\u2019t be with BOING now, he leaves school early\n on Fridays--\n PEARL\n Because it happened when he was in aviation class, so--\n MHG\n I gave it to you during lunch, why would he be in\n class--\n FADE OUT.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Incident 3: Chaos<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Dec 9, 2022<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
ChatGPT\u2019s story: <\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
The real story:<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
THE END.<\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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