Writing Passionates discussion

This is for Harold, a character from Roses for June that hasn't been introduced yet. I'll use H for harold and M for me.

H:Hi.
M:Hi!
H:*looks around the room* So why did you bring me here?
M:To talk to you and get to know you better.
H:Okay. What do you want to know?
M:Hmmmmmm, I would ask you how old you are, but I already know that. You're 13.
H:Yeah, I'm 13. Wait, how did you know that?
M:I created you. That is how I know that your name is Harold and you are very obsevant and you like to write poetry but don't like to admit it to other people.
H:Now that is just a little weird.
M:So is you knowing about June. I mean, its a good thing and all, but you have to admit it. You were spying on her.
H:Hey! Well, okay I was spying, but I was curious! That's just the kind of guy I am.
M:Remind me to keep all of the curtains closed in my house. I don't want a little peeping tom looking in!
H:I'm not a peeping tom! And I'm not little!First of all, I didn't go up to her window and look in, I was listening, and the window was wide open whenever I looked out my bedroom window towards her house.
M:So you admit you were looking! That makes you a peeping tom.
H:First of all, were you even listening to most of what I said just now? And secondly, my name is not Tom!
M:Fine then, you are a peeping Harold.
H:*sighs in frustration* I give up!
M:*laughing* Sorry! I was only joking! I know you aren't a peeping Harold, or a peeping Tom.
H:Thank you! Now can we please talk about something else?
M:Sure. So, are you going to write a poem about our conversation today, or has something more poetic happened since you last wrote a poem?
H:Your still freaking me out with knowing things about me that I have never told anyone, but I guess I might right a poem about it. Or maybe I'll write a poem about the zits on your forehead.
M:Fine, go ahead.
H:You aren't normal. You are far from normal.
M:I know. My friends tell me all the time. I have long accepted, and even become proud of, it.
H:I'm not even gonna say it.
M:Good. You would probably be wasting your breath.
H:I'm going to write a haiku.
M:Oh no. This should be interesting.
H:Just for saying that, I'm not going to share it with you. I'll only share it with my poem journal.
M:You have a poem journal?
H:Now your making fun of me! That's it, I'm leaving.
M:No, wait! It was an honest question. I think that a poem journal is a really cool idea!
H:*sarcastically* Right. I'm still leaving!
M:No, I swear I wasn't teasing you. And I'm sorry about calling you a peeping tom before!
H:*hmph*
M:I think we got off on the wrong foot. How about we make it a truce with some ice cream. I have some in my freezer right now.
H:*grumpy* What flavor is it?
M:Vanilla
H:*sighs* All right, it's a truce.
M:*goes and gets ice cream, scooper, two bowls and two spoons. Starts to scoop ice cream* So how about that Poem Journal?
H:Well, its basically a journal that I write my poems in. I actually have 5 that are filled up. I'm on my 6th.
M:Wow! That's amazing! Maybe I should start a poem journal.
H:Do you write poems?
M:Sometimes.
H:Well then maybe you should. Poems are wonderful. I love them so much. Maybe I can help you get started with the journal. I could even help you decorate it, if you wanted.
M:*Serves Ice Cream* Sure, I'd love that!

Joan is a princess. Nathan is a guard.
Joan: Who are you?
Me: Kenzie.
Joan: I'm Cindali.
Me: Uh...no you aren't.
Joan: Yes, I am. Have you seen Dirk?
Me: No.
Joan: How do you know me?
Me: I created you.
Joan: 'kay. Nathan!
Nathan: What do you want?
Joan: Do you know her?
Nathan: No.
Me: Hello, I can hear you...

Harold:Is it weird that I can hear Hela and Tori and Kenzi and Joan and Nathan?
Me:Yes. But I can hear them too. Why do our conversations overlap?
Harold:No clue. Maybe I'll write a poem about it. You should too. It would make a good poem.
Me:I would, but I don't have any paper handy. Let's just get back to our vanilla ice cream before anyone else finds out we have it. I don't have enough for all of them.
Harold:Sounds like a plan.
Me:Hey! I just got an idea!
Harold:What is it?
Me:Lets make up a poem together on the spot! We don't have to write it down!
Harold:Thats a great idea! Should you start, or should I?
Me:You start.
Harold: Okay.
Why can I hear them?
I shouldn't be able
But somehow I can.
What is going on?
Me:Oooo. Good start!
I do not know them
And niether does Harold
Some even live
In a seperate universe
Harold:
I wish I could shut them out
And hear only Veronica
and myself
But I can't!
Me:
They are interrupting us!
If only we could go
and visit somwhere else
where we have peace and quiet!
Then I would be happy!
Harold:
So now I suppose
The only thing left to do
Is laugh
and eat vanilla ice cream.
Me: We should end it there
Harold:I agree, although we could add more.
Me:It is fine the way it is.
Harold: All right. But we should both add it to our poetry journals!

Let me put a link to this story. It only has Anita...so far.

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...

(Anita and Calvin)

Anita: I feel...out of place.
Me: Welcome to my group, Nita!
Anita: *grr* I hate it when people call me that.
Me: It's not that bad! You let Zelia call you it!
Anita: It's way different than that. You don't understand! And you created me!
Me: What?
Anita: *growls*
Calvin: Hey, whatzup here?
Anita: Go away. I'm having a teenage alone moment.
Calvin: *smiles evily*
Anita: Swipe that look off your face!
Calvin: Hey, may I budge in?
Me: ...
Anita: NEVER!
Calvin: Okay! Hi Anita!
Anita: Grrr...
Me: Okay guys just so I'm not humiliated, try and get along.
Calvin: We're getting along!
Anita: Yeah. Like two beta fish in a cup.
Me: Why are you using fish as a simile? That's hardly you.
Anita: You just don't know me yet. There is way more to me then you know!
Me: I know what's going to happen to you *smirks*
Calvin: SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU OFF!! BWAHAHAHAHA!
Anita: Oh shut up.
Me: Actually, Calvin, I know what's going to happen to you two and it's not too far fetched.
Calvin: ...
Anita: Why don't you just tell us now?
Me: I can't. I'll give away the plot for other people.
Anita: Party pooper...
(...)
Me: So...how are you two?
Both: Okay
Me: Uh...why are you so quiet?
(...)
Me: Gee...what is with you guys?!
Calvin: Nothing! That's just it! I'm bored.
Anita: Whenever your bored you always do something stupid.
Calvin: No! It's not stupid!
Me: Anita does have a point. You do have the tendency to be impulsive.
Calvin: What did you just call me!?
Me: *snicker*
Anita: She called you impulsive which is what you are!
Calvin: How am I impulsive?
Anita: Let me count the ways...you won't listen to anyone not even Ms. Ford at times, you insist on anything and everything without reason...
Me: Those are pretty good points there.
Calvin: AURGG! I am NOT impulsive!
Anita: (taunting) Yes you are.
Calvin: SHUT UP! Your the one that teases me by insulting me in Spanish!
Anita: Whoever said I was insulting you?! Maybe I was just telling the truth!
Calvin: Well what insults me is the Spanish part. You use your language and race to make fun of me behind by back!
Anita: Well your the one that drags us into Bruce's traps without end!
Me: STOP IT! This session is over! Go back into the story!

Me:*whispers to harold* Hela is funny!
Harold:*nods* do you think we should tell her that the sugar in the ice cream is fat free?
Me:Would you like to do the honors?
Harold:Naw, you can do it. I started the poem after all.
Me: All right. HEY HELA! THE SUGAR IN THE ICE CREAM IS FAT FREE!

lol. okay. maybe i'll give this a try. but i probably won't be as interesting as the rest of you guys... here, i will try to have a conversation w/Destiny (she is a cat, btw) here is the link to the actual story: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...

Me: Hello, Destiny.

Destiny: Meow.

Me: Don't play dumb with me, Destiny. I know you can talk.

Destiny: (stares in shock) What? How do you know that? Are you a spy? For the king?

Me: Ah, yes. The king. You know him?

Destiny: (hissing) I HATE HIM

Me: Yes, I know that... I created him.

Destiny: Then I hate you too!

Me: Whoa! Okay... sorry. You know, I created you also.

Destiny: What? I don't understand.

Me: I'm an author.

Destiny: A what?

Me: I write stories.

Destiny: This doesn't make any sense.

Me: Okay. I really don't know how to keep this conversation going any longer. So I guess I'm going now. Goodbye.

Destiny: Goodbye. (runs away as quickly as possible)

(Session 2, just me and Anita)

Anita: Stupid Calvin...
Me: He's not that bad.
Anita: Oh yeah. You think so. Your probably the only one next to Kayla.
Me: And Chang.
Anita: Whatever...
Me: Actually Anita, a lot of people are fond of him.
Anita: *pfft* Yeah...I know.
Me: You did?
Anita: I go to school with him, ya know.
Me: I know. Is he really that popular?
Anita: With the girls. I don't get what makes him so attractive. He's so snobby!
Me: Uh...
Anita: He's so boastful too. He thinks he's the cool man on campus.
Me: Okay, off Calvin. How is training?
Anita: Going well. I can now throw my globe and catch it easily. Wasn't able to do that before.
Me: Yeah I know.
Anita: Hey, I've been meaning to ask you, why does the Globe look like a green and yellow marble?
Me: (Stammers) It's more of an orb. I forgot how I made it up. Honestly.
Anita: *shrugs* Whatever. It's cool anyway.
Me: Thanks.
Anita: Another question, is Zelia dead? I don't want to go and rescue her just to find her dead.
Me: No. She's fine. Just...not psychically able to get herself out of her bind. She needs your help.
Anita: Can you let me go then? Is she really that desperate?
Me: The story is paused while you are here.
Anita: THANK GOODNESS! Hey, now that Calvin's not here, can you tell me what happens to me?
Me: No. Let fate roll it's way!
Anita: NO! Kill Calvin off, okay?
Me: Don't influence my writing!

Calvin: Oooo! I want ice cream!
Me: Your hyper enough already!

Me:I'm beginning to regret ever bringing up ice cream.
Harold:I'm not! Can I have anothe scoop?
Me:Fine, but don't blame me if your mother gets mad at you for ruining your appetite.
Harold:My mother is never mad at me.
Me:*sarcastically* Really?
Harold:Okay, she gets mad at me sometimes, but hardly ever. To her, I'm the "angel child" unlike my little brother Cody.
Me:You have a little brother? I didn't know that.
Harold:How can you not know that? You created this story, and he is the most annoying little 9-year-old pest ever!
Me:Well I'm sorry for giving you a little brother that I completely didn't know about. He will just make it harder for you to help June, which will make you even more of a hero. So you have to put up with him.
Harold:Couldn't you just kill him off?
Me:No! Absoloutly not! It would interfere with the story. You would be upset, no matter how much you want to deny it, and then you would be too devistated to help June! You would start to write only depressing poems, and that would completely defeat your purpose in the story!
Harold:Okay! Okay! Back off! I was just messing around!
Me:Death isn't something you mess around with and laugh at!
Harold:Sheesh, I didn't know that you were such a party pooper.
Me:I'm not a party pooper most of the time, only when people joke about serious things that aren't funny.
Harold:All right, all right. I wont do anything like that again. Maybe we need to get you some more ice cream to cheer you up.
Me:Oh, fine!

(Having fun with this!)

Anita: I just read the part where Hela was singing.
Me: Yeah?
Anita: I want to sing!
Me: What are you going to sing? Please not anything annoying!
Anita: Does it hurt to know I'd never be there, bet it sucks to see my face everywhere it was you who chose to end it like you did...
Me: Wholey cow! Your actually a pretty good singer!
Anita: No I'm not.
Me: Yeah you are. You sound just like Kelly Clarkson.
Anita: I am not a singer. I do this in my free time.
Calvin: (runs in) I want to sing! DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!!!
Anita: SHUT UP!
Me: Calvin!
Calvin: I am AWESOME!
Me: *gasp* You snuck some ice cream, didn't you!
Calvin: Mayyybeeee...
(Chang walks in) Chang: No. I gave him some taffy. Didn't know he was that hyper before. Want some?
Me: Oh. To introduce you to everyone, this is Chang.
Chang: Hi. Wait...I'm not in the book?
Me: No.
Chang: ...
Anita: My life is being invaded by BOYS!
Me: No, I'm still here
Anita: Yeah but you brought them in here.
Me: Okay yeah...
Calvin: IIIII WANNA BE A ROCK STAR!
Chang: Gee Calvin! You sound like a sick bear!
Anita: I DON'T want you to be a Rock Star, Calvin!
Chang: At this rate, I think he's workin towards it.
Me: Yeah....he screams like one for sure.
Anita: *snicker* He really screams like a girl!
Me: He's only twelve! Give him some slack for underdeveloped vocal cords!
Chang: You haven't gone through puberty either, Anita.
Anita: What does that matter?
Me: You guys ramble like crazy!
Calvin: YAAAAHOOOOO!

This is between me and a character from the story I am writing, The Spirit Ship. It's on goodreads.

Me: Hello, Holly! My name's Sella.
Holly: So?
Me: Um, Holly, I created you!
Holly: So?
Me: Oh. Okay. Um, moving on...What are your interests?
Holly: Interests? Am I supposed to have them?
Me: Don't you have any hobbies?
Holly: Hobbies? Arguing, I guess.
Me: I knew that.
Holly: Your point?
Me: Never mind.
Holly: So why am I talking to you anyway?
Me: Don't you care one bit about this conversation?
Holly: Honestly? Not one bit.
Me: Where's your mom?
Holly: What? No clue. Who cares?
Me: How old are you?
Holly: And you care because...
Me: *sighs* You're hopeless.
Holly: So?
Me: I'm done here.
Holly: Good. Now I can finally get some peace.

BTW, the link to that story is:

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...

Me: Hey.
Claire: Go away. I want to be alone.
Me: D:
Claire: -glare-
Me: I was just saying hello!
Claire: Pff. Hi.
Me: -smile-
Claire: -looks away-

That would be the extent of out conversation xD

(I love this! Thanx Tori! I feel like I should do some one-on-one with Calvin)

Me: Hey, Calvin. Thought I'd pull you out for a sec.
Calvin: I have nothing better to do.
Me: Anyway, how's life?
Calvin: Honestly, it's getting clogged.
Me: How?
Calvin: First it was brothers. Then school. Then sports and now this wizard school. My schedule is so full...
Me: Your not overwhelmed are you?
Calvin: Actually I'm just in a bad mood.
Me: Is it your brother?
Calvin: Both. Greg is so annoying....
Me: Are you having a sugar breakdown?
Calvin: Most likely. That taffy was good...
Me: Yeah...
(...)
Calvin: Can I go now?
Me: Uh...sure!

(my conversation w/Julius from The Chosen One--scroll up to find the link)

Julius: Uh... Where are we?

Me: I don't know. In some empty space or alternate universe somewhere, I guess. Wherever authors talk to their characters like crazy people.

Julius: Who are you, anyway?

Me: I'm your creator.

Julius: I don't get it. Are you another goddess???

Me: No. I think you've seen enough goddesses for one day.

Julius: I only saw one.

Me: Yeah. Well one is enough.

Julius: Where's Ara?

Me: Awww. You're such a loyal friend. It's so cute!

Julius: You haven't answered my question.

Me: Right. Well, Ara is perfectly fine. She's right where you left her. I just wanted to magically pull you out of the story for a minute.

Julius: Wow. Everything is so weird today.

Me: Yep. And things are going to get weirder.

Julius: Huh?

Me: Never mind! You wouldn't want me to give away your own story, now, would you?

Julius: I--I guess not.

Me: Good. Because I'm not really sure what's going to happen yet anyway. Now you're just going to go back, and forget that any of this ever happened....

Nathan: So, uh...
Joan: Stop mumbling Nathan.
Nathan: What?
Joan: Stop mumbling.
Nathan: I'm not mumbling!
Joan: Yes, you are.
Nathan: No, I'm not.
(continues to bicker)
Me: Guys!
Both: -turn heads to glare at me- What?
Me: Isn't it bad enough that you split up once because of arguing. Don't start!
Nathan: Hmmm...that's a good idea.
Joan: What is?
Nathan: Nothing.
Joan: Tell me.
Nathan: No.
Joan: You're my subject, I order you to tell me.
Me: Joan that's enough!
Nathan: -sticks tongue out at Joan-
Joan: -glares at Nathan-
Me: Now that that's out of the way, would you two please answer some questions?
Joan: You can't boss me around.
Nathan: Yes she can.
Joan: No, she can't.
(bickers again)
Me: Stop it! Ugh! I can't talk to either of you!

Me: What are you guys doing now?
Chang, Anita and Calvin: NOTHING!
Me: Okay. Let's have a conversation.
Calvin: NO!
Anita: Geez.
Chang: I've just been reading the other ones and I have to say, these people range from okay to strange.
Me: Is that in a polite way?
Chang: I guess.
Anita: Well I read Calvin's busy schedule thing.
Calvin: I read Hela singing again. She was continuing the song you sang.
Anita: Haha...I agree with the Simon Cowell thing for you one taffy sugar.
Calvin: HEY!
Me: Guys...don't fight. I can't stand it today.
Anita: I always try to but I can't help myself. He, like, always has a sign that says 'Kick me' on him somewhere.
Calvin: And you do too thank you vry much!
Anita: Why you little...
Chang: You guys are impossible together.
Me: *snicker at the thought of the upcoming books*
Calvin: What? Are you keeping another secret from us O great Fate?
Me: Mayyybeeee.....
Anita: If you were one of the Fates, you'd be the one with the ugly eye.
Chang: That Disney version of Heracles isn't the one source of mythology, Anita.
Me: True statement.
Calvin: What about those ladies who only have one eye and tooth?
Me: You mean the Grayaye?
Chang: I think so.
Me: I can't spell it, bear with me.
Anita: Wait, they only have one eye and tooth?
Me: Between the three of them. They have to share it.
Calvin: Gruesome!
Anita: Ditto to a million
Me: I'M A MYTHOLOGY GEEK!
Anita: Really? Didn't know that...
Calvin: I'm a sports enthusiast!
Anita: I see...
Calvin: I prefer baseball however.
Me: So does my brother.
Chang: I love sports!
Anita: Which surprises me in ways unbearable.
Chang: *makes a face* What? Is it my leg?
Anita: Maybe
Chang: Look, my leg doesn't limit my range of motion. It's actually like it was always there.
Me: For those of you reading, Chang has a prosthetic leg.
Chang: Yeah. True story!
Calvin: People think your a cyborg!
Anita: *snicker*
Chang: *pfft* Screw them!

Me: I think you hurt Chang's feelings.
Chang: Nah, I get that a lot.
Anita: The technology is so advanced it's hard not to get that.
Me: By the way, how is the technology?
Calvin: More or less. We have TelePhones or your time would rather call it live telephoning.
Anita: Yeah, it's really cool.
Me: Oh...anything else?
Chang: My leg. It's the other reason why they think I'm a cyborg.
Me: Huh?
Chang: It's technology with the leg. It's able to grow right into my body though it's placement.
Anita: Yeah. The skin grows right on it attaching it to his leg stump.
Me: I heard how they tested that out on a dog in Colorado.
Chang: Yeah I heard about that. It's history around here.
Me: Really?
Calvin: Yeah! Now it's a technological breakthrough almost 100 years in the making!
Me: So if someone tries to pull Chang's leg off, it would result in torn tissue?
Chang: More than that. It's attached to my bone too.
Me: Weird!
Chang: Comfortable! It's like I never lost my leg!
Anita: Cyborg.
Me: Now I can see why people think you a cyborg.
Anita: Technicly he is.
Chang: No I'm not.

Joan: I hear voices.
Nathan: -snickering- Of course you do!
Joan: What's that supposed to mean?
Nathan: --
Me: Okay, let's get to some questions.
(Nathan and Joan turn and stare)
Me: Want a seat? -gestures to comfy chairs-
Joan: No.
Me: Come on, it's only for a little while.
Joan: No.
Me: Please?
Joan: No.
Me: Please?
Joan: No.
Nathan: Just get in the chair! -angrily yelling at Joan-
Joan: -sticks out tongue at Nathan and sits- You too!
Nathan: -sits down in chair next to Joan-
Joan: Let's get this over with quick. What do you want to know?
Me: Um...I don't really have a list. Let me think.
Joan: -grumbling- Let her think. That's such a good idea, 'cause we all know how long it takes her to think.
Nathan: Stop it! Why do you always have to be so annoying?
Joan: Am not!
Nathan: Are too!
Joan: Am not!
Nathan: Are too!
Me: -butts in- Okay! Who want's a glass of water? -smiles at them both-

Me:Do you think she is offering them water because she doesn't have any ice cream?
Harold:No, she probably does, or has something else sweet, she just doesn't want to be nice and share it with her characters, unlike you, the amazing host.
Me:Do I detect a compliment?
Harold:Well, I didn't mean it as one, but you can take it that way if you like.
Me:Okay then I will.
Harold:I was joking! Kind of. But I was joking! You weren't supposed to accept it.
Me:Didn't something similar happen the first time I talked to you? Something about my acceptance and pride in you calling me weird?
Harold:Oh yeah. I forgot. You aren't like most girls.
Me:Yep. It's not just my weirdness. Most girls don't create adorable boys out of the back of their mind either.
Harold:So I'm adorable now am I?
Me:*turns red* ummm.......
Harold:Again with the not normal. Most people would deny ever saying that.
Me:I would have, but I don't lie
Harold:*gasps* She's normal!
Me:*growls* No, I'm not!
Harold:Nope, I definitly detect normalness!
Me:Nooooooo! You weren't supposed to find out!
Harold:Find out what?
Me:That I'm normal!
Harold:I was only teasing you, your weird!
Me:Yay! I'm weird again!
Harold:Congratulations!
Me:You are so amazing! *gives Harold a hug*

Me: -listening to Veronica and Harold- Did she just insult me? No ice cream. Bah! I got ice cream, we just ain't gonna eat it.
Joan: You have ice cream?
Me: -mumbles to self- Maybe I shouldn't have said that out loud...
Nathan: I want ice cream!
Joan: Of course you do!
Nathan: -glares at Joan, turns to me- Please, please, can we have ice cream?
Me: Umm...
Joan: Please?
Me: Well...
Nathan: Please? -bats eyelids-
Me: Go ask Veronica to share!
Nathan: Fine!
Joan: Works for me...
Me: -rolls eyes-
Nathan: Veronica! -calls to Veronica- Can Joan and I have some ice cream?
Me: Nathan, that's rude!
Nathan: -shrugs-
Joan: You told him to!
Me: -rolls eyes and crosses feet-

Me:Do you think I should share the ice cream with them?
Harold:No.
Me:Why not?
Harold:I want it!
Me:You have already had plenty!
Harold:I still don't think you should share.
Me:I think I will. Joan! Nathan! You can have some of our ice cream! It's vanilla!

Nathan: Yes! -does a little dance-
Joan: -gives Nathan a weird look- Okay...
Me: Guys -elbow them both- manors. Thank Veronica!
Joan: Thank you peasant.
Nathan: -rolls eyes at Joan- Peasant? How rude! I cannot believe you! -starts to yell- Apologize! Now!
Joan: -puts head down- Sorry, Veronica. Thank you for the ice cream.
Nathan: Good, now move over! I want the first scoop.
Me: Perhaps I should give the portions. -grabs scooper from Nathan and passes out bowls of ice cream-
Both: Thank you Kenzie! -a little louder- Thank you Veronica!
Me: Okay, now that you guys have your snacks, how about some questions?
Joan: -looks up from ice cream- You're done thinking?
Me: -frowns- I'm always thinking, but yes, I have come up with one question.
Nathan: -swallows mouthful loudly- Shoot!
Me: Joan, Nathan, do you two...like each other?
(Joan and Nathan burst out laughing)
Joan: -talks while giggling- Like...we haven't...ever heard...that one before...have we? -she elbows Nathan-
Nathan: Nope, never heard it before.
Me: Sheesh! You guys! It was a serious question!
Both: I'm not going to answer while he/she is here! -each points to the other-
Me: Fine! When you've finished your ice cream I'll talk to you individually.
Both: -groans-

Me: I had an ice cream bar today...
Calvin: I want Ice Cream!

Conversation between me and a character from Stairway to the Stars, The King.

The King: Ice Cream! Did I hear Ice Cream????
Me: No, you cannot have some.
King: WHAT??? GIVE ME SOME RIGHT NOW!!
Me: Sorry.
King: I demand you to give me some! That is an order!
Me: Won't.
King: Fine then. I'll get it my way. You will give me the ice cream...
Me: Sorry, that doesn't work on me. I know all your tricks.
King: WHAT?!?! HOW!!! I'M THE MOST POWERFUL ELF IN THE WORLD!!
Me: Well, I kinda created you.
King: (laughs) Stop playing around, human. Give me the ice cream or I'll kill you.
Me: You can try. You better be careful, though, because if you annoy me I can kill you.
King: What..what do you mean?
Me: I already told you, I created you. I'm writing your story. I could kill you if I felt like it.
King: (gasps) It can't be! It mustn't be!
Me: It's true.
King: But..but that means that you are more powerful than me!!
Me: Yup.
King: NOOOO!!!!!
Me: Sorry, loser.
King: How dare you call me loser?
Me: I can call you whatever I want. I can also kill you, don't forget that.
King: I don't believe you.
Me: Okay, sure. Then maybe you'll believe me when you die on..Pg. 5960.
King: WHAT?!?! NOOOO!!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS??
Me: Well, no. But that could happen if you don't be careful! You're going to die anyway.
King: I am??
Me: (mysterious voice) You'll see.
King: NOO!!!!
Me: Tata for now.
King: Huh?
Me: Oh, whatever. Bye! I'll be watching you!
King: Humph.

Here's the link:

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...

This conversation between two charaters in my story and myself.

Me: Hey Jamie. Henry
Jamie:OOOO. Hi i know you. O wait no i dont.
Jamie:Who are you?
Me:Rainy. I'm your creater.
Henry:Thats interesting.
Jamie:No it isnt.Thats boring. Who really cares who she is.
Henry:I DO.
Me:Guys, guys calm down, no need to get hasty.
Jamie:Why don't you go put your nose in a book. Where it belongs.
Me:That was rude. It was a mistake to Create you.
Jamie:You bet it was.
Henry:Guys. Chill no need to fight.
Jamie and Me:STAY OUT OF THIS!
Henry:You got it. No problem.
Me:Why are you so mean?, you werent like this when i wrote about you.
Jamie:People change, and that includes imaginary people as well, and i thought you were smart.
Me:I'am.
Jamie:Someone is full of themselfs.
Me:Ok thats it i'm not writing one word about you.
Henry:Guys
Jamie:how will i go on?.
Henry:GUYSSSSSSSSS!. Do you smell ice cream?.

Me: Okay, Nathan. Now that Joan is gone will you answer the question?
Nathan: What question?
Me: The question I asked before.
Nathan: About...?
Me: Joan...
Nathan: Yeah...
Me: And you...
Nathan: So...
Me: Answer the question.
Nathan: Fine...I do have some feeling for her. But you can't make me tell her. Don't. Please? -turns and looks around- Do you smell pizza?
Me: No. -sniffs air- Wait, no. I do.
Nathan: -inhales pizza scent-
Me: Where's that coming from?
Nathan: -Nathan points in direction of smell- From over there.
Me: --
Nathan: --
(Joan walks in carrying pizza)
Joan: Hi, y'all. I decided to make some pizza. Want a slice?
Nathan: Sure.
Me: Were you listening to our conversation?
Joan: No.
Me: Tell the truth!
Joan: -smiles angelically- OK. I guess I was. -turns and grins at Nathan- You loooove me!
Nathan: -turns red- Do not!
Joan: Do too!
Nathan: Not!
Joan: Too!
Nathan: Not!
Joan: Too!
Me: -smacks forehead- (mumbles to self while Joan and Nathan continue to argue) I should have locked the door.

My character's name is Maria.

Me: Ola, Maria!
Maria: How do you know my name and why are you speaking Portuguese? Are you one of those "special" teachers? -air quote- I know I am not the smartest but I am not impaired!
Me: I am not a teacher! I am just 14 years old and I created you. -whispers- Maybe I went a little too overboard on the emotional reactions.
Maria: I heard that and I am not emotional all of the time! Just most of the time. I can't really be that emotional when I am asleep. -sobbing- My parents have been abducted. -perky- But on the bright side, my uncle Rico can help me. -sad- Although the kidnapper's note said not to try to find them if I want to see them alive. I am now officially depressed. -mad- Yes I said officially! -hangs head-
Me: It is now official that I went completely off the cliff with the emotions.
Maria: You have to control the limits of the functions of the characters that you create. I am going to check into an insane asylum.
Me: I didn't mean it! -smacks forehead as Maria checks in- I should've had a V8!

Joan: -snickering- Ha, ha! She's insane!
Me: Joan that is not nice. Tell her Nathan.
Nathan: --
Joan: He won't talk.
Me: Nathan!
Nathan: --
Me: Nathan!
Nathan: --
Me: Nathan!
Nathan: What? You've ruined my life! She is so annoying when she thinks you love her.
Me: -hangs head- Sorry...

Me: Hela! I didn't want to give them sugar. I am not cheap! -mutters- Most of the time...
Joan: So, is it my turn then?
Me: -turns to Joan- Your turn...?
Joan: To talk...
Me: --
Joan: Without Nathan...
Me: -smacks forehead- Oh, yeah.
Joan: So, what do you want to know?
Me: Well...um, what's your favorite color?
Joan: Are you kidding? That's what you've come up with.
Me: Well...there is the other question...
Joan: -gulps- Well, uh, yeah, see, I...I kinda...I don't want to answer that.
Me: 'Cause you do like him.
Joan: Well...-turns red- yeah.
Me: Why are you making fun of Nathan then? If you like him too.
Joan: -shrugs- It's fun.
Me: Nathan! You can come in now!
(Nathan slumps into room and plops down into chair)
Nathan: Are we done?
Me: What?
Nathan: --
Me: Oh! No.
Nathan: -rolls eyes-
Joan: -clears throat-
Nathan: -turns to face Joan- You looove me!
Joan: -gasps-
Me: Did you...?
Nathan: Maybe.
Joan: Eavesdropper! -slouches back in chair-
Me: -sarcastic- Nice.
Nathan: -grins-

Chang: What the crap ins V8?
Anita: It's pretty good! Gives you good veggies you need!
Chang: And what commercials?
Anita: You are so not living in the past so to speak.
Me: *sings* A paradox a paradox....
Calvin: Whoa...where is that song from?
Me: Pirates of Penzance. An old but funny operetta.
Chang: Pirates? Weird...
Me: I's hilarious. Especially the old version! The Constable sounds like Waluigi with a bad voice!
Chang: Now who the crap are you talking about?!
Anita: Stop it with the 2000 stuff, it's so out of date here.
Me: Sorry! It's like nature to me!
Chang: I'm living in the future for goodness sakes!
Me: Okay change of subject.
Chang: Dragons.
Everyone but Chang: What?
Chang: Dragons. Ya know...
Me: Oh! Explain your powers to everyone! It'll be good to know!
Calvin: What? What now?
Me: The rings...
Anita: Mine is called Globe. It's basically like an orb so a little author told me...only it has the powers of light and grass.
Calvin: Mine is Ice. That is self-explanatory.
Chang: Mine is Dragon. Includes telepathy with mythical creatures, fire and some earth qualities.
Me: Very unique.
Chang: Why do people find dragons evil?! Only some are! And that is like ten out of 1,000.
Me: Well it seems that only the bad ones are publicized.
Chang: But back in China...there sacred and special. Here, out of the galaxy, there evil and vile.
Calvin: I just don't like fire dragons.
Me: Well I guess it's one of those common misconceptions.
Anita: I wanna V8, I'm thirsty.
Chang: AAAUUUGGGH! *goes a little crazy*

Maria: Joan is a meanyhead! And if you offended, I don't give a care and I will enjoy the way that you will be upset!
Me: -angry- Maria! Apologize now!
Maria: -whiny- I don't wanna! -normal- You are not my mother! You may have created me but you are not my mother!
Me: That's it! You are grounded for two weeks. Go to your room!
Maria: -confused- What room? We are in cyberspace.
Me: Go to the room with the bed in which you sleep.
Maria: What bed?
Me: The bed on the river right next to you.
Maria: I see no bed!
Me: The bed of the river! My punishment for you is to sleep on the bed of the river for two weeks. I should created you with at least some knowledge!
Maria: -disgusted- Ew! I am not sleeping on mud!
Me: You wouldn't have to if you apologized to Joan after you called her a meanyhead! Now you have to pay for it. Now give twenty dollars.
Maria: -mad- What?!?!
Me: You are now paying for it two ways. Now go to the river bed while I apologize to Joan for you.
Maria: Bite me!!
Me: It is not polite to bite people!!
Maria: -whispers- My creator is a meanyhead!
Me: Joan? I know Maria will never be polite, or stop snoring, or have intelligence, or have common sense, or may be completely insane, or is in denial of her mental state. . .Where was I? Oh yeah! Joan is sorry for calling you a so-called "meanyhead".

Joan: -crosses legs- That is so rude!
Nathan: Wow! It's just like you!
Joan: -glares at Nathan-
Me: -clears throat- Okay then...
Joan: -glares at me- What do you want?

(conversation w/eva from Soul Stealer)

Eva: Argh. So many humans around here. Make them go away!
Me: Oh, come on. You know you secretly want to be a human, Eva!
Eva: Hey, who are you? And don't call me by my human name! I hate when people do that!
Me: You are a part of my story. I created you.
Eva: Yeah. Right.
Me: I think you need to get in touch with your deep inner feelings.
Eva: I don't have any feelings.
Me: That's where you're wrong! I know, because I created you.
Eva: Sure. Okay. So if you're so magical, can you fix all my problems?
Me: I could, but that wouldn't make an interesting story.
Eva: Can you get rid of that David guy? Can he fall off a cliff or something? Because I'm really tired of seeing him everywhere. It's creepy.
Me: Nope. Can't do it.
Eva: WHY NOT?
Me: Because he's important to the story!!!
Eva: (glaring at me angrily) Wow. You annoy me so much.
Me: I thought you didn't have any feelings.

Maria: -gets out of the river bed-
Me: -sighs- You are not grounded anymore. But I am keeping the twenty and the V8!
Maria: Nathan! Do you want to meet to share our opinions?
Me: You mean to tell insults about Joan?
Maria: Opinions about her. Insults about her. What is really the difference?
Me: -smacks forehead and drinks V8-
Maria: We could start an Opinion Club! -gasps suddenly- We could get matching jackets!
(2 weeks later)
Maria: Our matching jackets came in the mail! It has JOAN printed where a pocket would be, and the back says SHE IRRITATES US! You know Joan, you really do. If you do not want to feel out of the loop, I could get you one too. But it would be weird if you had a jacket that says that you irritate yourself. Although, we never know what's inside your brain!
Me: You better return those jackets. You don't, you will regret it! You wasted your money!
Maria: -shrugs shoulders- Well, I don't think that we will regret it. We should act as individuals.
Me: Who are you? A protestor?
Maria: No. I am Maria.
Me: Duh! I know that much!
Maria: Nathan! The back also has a frowny face on it for absolutely no apparent reason! I am so giddy!

Nathan: Hmm...I might get one -grins evilly- here it is! -pulls out jacket-
Me: -gasp- Nathan? Where did you get that?
Nathan: Maria.
Me: Give it here -holds out hand for jacket-
Nathan: Nu-uh!
Me: Now!
Nathan: Nu-uh!
Me: Now!
Nathan: Nu-uh!
Me: Now!
Nathan: Nu-uh!
Joah: Give her the dang jacket!
Nathan: -looks over at Joan- -sighs- Fine! -hands over jacket-
Me: Good... -runs away with jacket-
Nathan: -yells at me- Where are you going?
Me: -- -continues running-
Joan: Oh, well...
Nathan: That was rude! I payed for that jacket.
Joan: It was a stupid jacket.
Nathan: Was not!
Joan: Was too!
Nathan: You just don't like it 'cause it made fun of you!
Joan: Well, yeah... -stops and listens- Do you hear something?
Nathan: Yeah. It sounds like a shredder.
Joan: --
Nathan: --
Me: -walks back in room and throws a pile of shredded material at Nathans feet- You can have your jacket back.
Nathan: You killed it!
Joan: -snicker-
Nathan: Awe, man!
Me: Don't be rude to Joan.

Maria: Don't worry! I ordered twenty spares. And the material is too thick for Kassy's and Kenzie's shredder or their scissors or knives! It is pure magic!
Me: You better return or you are grounded!
Maria: -puts on jacket- I would rather be grounded. I will give another twenty dollars for your stupid V8s.
Me: Where are the spares?
Maria: In my clearly twisted mind. Do you disagree.
Me: I agree that you are obvious insane but I disagree that 20 jackets are in your thick skull.
Maria: You can't defy whatever I can't think of right now!
Me: You mean the human body dodo bird!
Maria: I am so giddy that I don't care about your insults that I probably wouldn't be able to understand. Nathan, here is a jacket! -throws jacket-
Me: -smacks forehead-

Joan: -reaches out hand and snatches jacket from Nathan-
Nathan: Hey! Give it back!
Joan: Kenzie! He's got another one!
Me: Ugh! -smacks forehead-
Joan: It's actually very nice, except for the Joan Iritates Us.
Nathan: Yeah, why do you think I want it?
Joan: 'Cause you want to annoy me?
Nathan: No, but that's good.
Me: Do you want him to keep it, Joan?
Joan: Oh, what the heck. If he really wants it, let him have it! -hands jacket to Nathan-
Nathan: -tosses it- If you don't care I don't want it, I only wanted to bug you!
Joan: Ugh!

Anasha: Oooh, he likes her.
Me: Anasha! Rude! And why do you care anyway, you're dead!
Anasha: (gasps) What? How do you know that?
Me: I created you.
Anasha: Puh-leeze.
Me: I'm serious.
Anasha: Yeah. Right. Anyway, you're not supposed to know that I'm a ghost!
Me: How could I not know? I created you!
Anasha. Mhmm.. Totally belief you.
Me: Oh, whatever. So...
Anasha: This is boring.
Me: You would say that.
Anasha: Huh?
Me: Never mind.
Anasha: Where's Holly?
Me: What do you want with her? Oh wait, I already know.
Anasha: Yeah? Then tell me where she is.
Me: Currently? Sneaking away from the ship.
Anasha: WHAT?!?!?! DANG!!! (runs off to get Holly back)
Me: Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that.
Holly: (shouts off from a distance) I HATE YOU SELLA!

Maria: How dare say that you do not want it after I bought 20 spares! -passionately- Nathan, I thought we were soulmates!
Me: I told you that it was a waste of your money, time and effort!
Maria: But I now admit that I love Nathan!
Me: You two are mere characters!
Maria: -crying- We have feelings, too, you know! Just that killer whale, Willy. -chanting- Free Willy! Free Willy!
Me: Shut up already!
Maria: Okay. -closes mouth and jumps up-
Me: You take things so literally!
Maria: At least I am not the only one!
Me: -smacks Maria across the face- How rude!
Maria: Look who's talking! How dare you smack me!
Me: You deserved it!
Maria: Oh well! Nathan! Do you want to be soulmates?
Me: -walks over to Kenzie and has a discussion about my frustration with Maria-

Anita: *smacks Calvin*
Me: HEY! That was not a way to start this out! Do I need to pull you guys back into the book?
Anita: No!
Calvin: Just Anita!
Chang: *gets an evil smile* Hey...Sella told them something about her book....
Me: Don't get any ideas!
Calvin: Just say Anita is going to die and I'll be quiet.
Me: No! Then I'll have to tell Anita something that happens to you!
Chang: Or meeee perhaps....
Me: Stop it! I am the player and you guys are merely chess pieces.
Calvin:...I can't play chess.
Me: No. I mean, I decide what happens and I have the right to not tell you anything!
Chang: Just tell who killed Carlzle, okay?
Anita: He was MURDERED?!?! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!?!?AUGH!!!
Me: How could I? Your out there on a desert island fighting a serpent!
Anita: I thought he just died! Like of a heart attack or something!
Chang: Who murdered him already?
Me: I can tell you that because you guys are going to know soon. I'll make you act surprised and in utter awe.
Calvin: Who was it?
Me: Bruce Korbal
(...)
Chang: No...way.
Anita: Wait, isn't he one of Carlzle's good buddies?
Me:Uh...yeah.
Everyone but Me: NO!!!!!!!!!!
Calvin: Does this mean an end to Diglo!?
Me: Hey, you guys were chosen by him! I don't think Diglo is in jeopardy yet...
Chang: She's not telling us something! I know it!

Nathan: Uh...
Joan: She's in loooove with you!
Nathan: Yeah, well your in loooove with me!
Joan: Well, you loooove me!
Nathan: So!
Joan: Ha! So you admit it!
Nathan: Ugh!
Joan: That's okay...I like you too... -makes mushy eyes at Nathan-
Nathan: -stares back-
Me: Okay...let's break it up.
Nathan: -looks at me- Break what up?
Joan: -giggles-
Me: Okay, just forget I said anything.
Joan: -goes back to mushy eying Nathan-
Me: -rolls eyes-
Nathan: So...Hela wants a jacket. -looks over at Joan-
Joan: -snaps out of mushy eyes- So?
Nathan: So...? She wants one.
Joan: Your point?
Nathan: Never mind -says louder- Hey, Maria! Get Hela a jacket!
Joan: If she gets one I do!
Me: Here -hands her Nathan's- you can have this one.
Joan: It's his -points to Nathan-
Nathan: -pulls on jacket- Maria'll give you one.
Joan: -sarcastic- I'll treasure it always.

Harold:These people are weird. Weirder than you even, and you're pretty weird.
Me:Yeah, even I have to agree with you on that one. Why won't Joan and Nathan just get over themselves? The both know that they like each other!
Harold:Don't worry, I don't get it either.
Me:Now I'm wondering something. -thinks-
Harold:Well, what is it?
Me:Who started likeing who first. I think that Nathan liked Joan before Joan liked Nathan. Before they even left on their journey, Nathen brushed the hair out of Joans face.
Harold:So? That doesn't mean anything.
Me:Well, you don't, like, toutch someones face for no reason.
Harold:Whatever. Does it really matter?
Me:No, I suppose not, because they are both very stubborn about the whole subject.
Harold:How do you know about this by the way?
Me:Oh, listening to convorsations, reading their story...
Harold:Speaking of stories, I'm getting tired of being a faceless and nameless person that June doesn't even know exists. When are you going to write me into the story?
Me:Ummm, not sure.
Harold:Not sure! How can you be not sure about something as important as existance!
Me:Well, I want to write you into the story, but Joan has to get her arm fixed from being broken first, and then you have to anonymously send more roses to her father's house. And then I have to set things up for you two to meet.
Harold:Well couldn't you be a little faster?
Me:Keep nagging and I'll be SLOWER!
Harold:-shocked-You wouldn't!
Me:Oh, yes I would.
Harold:All right, I'll stop complaining, but what am I supposed to do in the mean time?
Me:Go and read some of the other character's stories, or even join their convorsations when you aren't talking to me.
Harold:Fine, but once I actually am mentioned in the story, I'm going right back in, and I'll only come out when you force me to.
Me:I won't force you to talk if you don't want to, or if you are busy with June. I'll be nice when the time comes, promise.
Harold:Okay.

Me: Oooh...lurve....
Chang: She's getting that evil look again! It's creepy!
Anita: Okay who do you plan to have fall in love?
Chang: Isn't it obvious?
Me: Noooot telllliiiinnnggg......

Joan: She does have a point. You did brush the hair out of my face.
Nathan: -flustered- Yeah, but, it, well, it was bugging me! It kept bouncing while you talked.
Joan: Sure...
Nathan: It was!
Me: Um...no it wasn't.
Nathan: -glares at me- Oh, I see how it is now.
Me: I didn't say that you technically were in love with her then, but you did aproach her first.
Nathan: Aproach her first! She knocked me out! Does that count for anything?
Me: -shakes head- No, not really.
Joan: You loved me first.
Nathan: That doesn't change the fact that you love me!
Joan: No, good point. Okay, Nathan -looks down embarassed- -whispers- I love you.
Nathan: Wow! I have a princess in love with me! I must be great! Joan -tips her head up- I love you too!
Me: Okay, definitely gone to far! Enough with the mushy-gushy romance.
Joan: -sighs- Fine.
Me: Nathan?
Nathan: I'm not making any promises. -grins-
Me: -mumbles to self- At least I tried...

(Now, I bring in different characters namely from my book that's based on a game I played; no title yet. Here's the link: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...)

Me: Hey! I brought in some new blood!
Flamira: WHAT!? YOU CRAZY! WHO ARE YOU!?
Me: It's an expression.
Flamira: Then who are you?!
Me: I'm the author. I manipu...uh...control your world.
Flamira: Then who created me?!
Me: My friend Ty.
Glashira: Ty? What? Whowhatwherewhenhow?
Flamira: Ice girl....
Me: Now I created her.
Flamira: AUGH!
Me: Oh goodness! I need to introduce you! This is Flamira, Glashira and Brook.
Brook: Hey-ya.
Flamira: Thief.
Glashira: She's in one of her baaad mooods.
Me: Yeah. I noticed.
Flamira: *growls*
Brook: So...where are we and who are you?
Me: I'm the author. I create your world and what goes on in it. Though, I didn't create you. My friend did. I just created Glashira.
Glashira: Nice to meet you, creator.
Me: Okay....anyway. Let's ask some questions.
Flamira: Okay. *turns to Brook* WHY ARE YOU SO INTERESTED IN STEALING MY DIAMONDS?!?
Me: No I ask the questions!
Flamira: Since when?
Me: You are more difficult that I thought!
Glashira: This is nothing! I spent months with her...tied up!
Flamira: It's not my fault you ran into Fire Kingdom Territory!
Glashira: I wasn't running in there on purpose! I was scouting for the army!
Brook: There they go again....

Anasha: SEEE!! I TOOOLD YOU!! THEIR IN LOOOVE!! JOOANN AND NATHHAAAN!!
Me: Anasha! Stop being so rude, or I can kill you, don't forget that!
Anasha: Excuse me?
Me: I said, I can kill you. I'm your creator.
Anasha: 1. You're not my creator. 2. You can't kill me. I'm a ghost.
Me: So? I can banish you from the story!
Anasha: What? How!
Me: He-llo! I already told you! I created you and your story! Actually, it's not your story. It's Holly's. You're just in it.
Anasha: NO! THIS IS MY STORY!!
Me: Sorry.
Anasha: Speaking about Holly...WHERE DID SHE GO??
Me: Like I'm going to tell you that. She escaped last time because of luck!
Anasha: Bah, stupid luck. Next time I'll get her!
Me: Why do you even care so much? If I had written you differently, you wouldn't want to kill her.
Anasha: WHAT? LUNATIC!!
Me: (sighs) Whatever.
Anasha: So...who's going to die?
Me: You.
Anasha: What? But I'm a ghost!
Me: So? I can make anything happen!
Anasha: Prove it!
Me: Okay. (takes out paper and pencil) Anasha fell down and got a big bruise on her knee.
Anasha: (falls down and gets a big bruise on her knee) OW!
Me: Now do you believe me?
Anasha: *sniff* Yes! But you're hurting my pride!
Me: Big deal.
Anasha: You're starting to sound like Holly!
Me: I wonder why? Maybe because I created her.
Anasha: Are you really going to kill me off?
Me: Yes. No. Maybe so.
Anasha: Tell me!!
Me: I was joking. But now I'm not so sure...
Anasha: ARGH I HATE YOU!!
Me: I know.

Maria: I kind of burned all of the jackets. You are a waste of my time, jerk! -thinking- What shall I do to break them up? I will think of something!
Me: No you won't!
Maria: Wait a minute! Are you psychic?
Me: No! I created you and I can control your thoughts. Duh!
Maria: Why don't you let me be an individual?!?!?
Me: You wouldn't be able to survive as an individual!
Maria: Try me!
Me: Okay. You are now an individual!
Maria: --
Me: Hello?!?!
Maria:--
Me: The lights are on but nobody is home!
Maria: --
Me:Ha ha! I was right!
Maria: --
Me: Okay, okay. You are now dependent on how I create you!
Maria: Who am I? What am I? Who are you?
Me: Whoops! Forgot that her memory was erased! You can remember everything since your creation now!
Maria: Okay. I admit it. I am dependent on you. I am sorry!
Me: No, you are not!
Maria: You are right. I'm not. -singing- Tra la la la!

Joan: Ha! -singsong voice- You are a jeeeerrrrk!
Nathan: -pouting- Am not! Just because I don't love her doesn't mean I'm a jerk!
Joan: Okay, fine.
Me: Don't take it too personally, Nathan. She's just crushed 'cause she told you how she felt and you didn't feel the same way.
Joan: Yeah...'cause he loooves me.
Nathan: So what? You love me too, remember?
Joan: Well, yeah...but you loved me first!
Nathan: Did not!
Joan: Too!
Nathan: Not!
Joan: Too!
Nathan: Not!
Joan: Too!
Nathan: Not!
Joan: Too!
Nathan: Not!
Me: -interrupting- Actually, you two fell in love about the same time.
Both: -turns to me- Did not!
Me: Yes you did!
Joan: Fine...
Nathan: Whatever...
Joan: So, can I have some more ice cream?
Me: You want more?
Joan: Yeah, I haven't had anything for a while. I'm hungry.
Nathan: I'm not. -belly rumbles-
Joan: -glares at Nathan-

Maria: You are a jerk, Nathan! We went on dates together but you said that the jackets symbolizing our relationship did not mean a thing!
Me: Just get over the stupid character! I did not start to talk to you just so that you can get upset over a stupid guy! No offense, Nathan!
Maria: You just offended him but did not want to offend him. You must like him, too. But stay away. He is my property.
Me: Convincing my characters are blantant failures.
Maria: Convincing me are what?
Me: Exactly!
Maria: Now I am offended! -starts to cry-
Me: I don't really care at the moment!
Maria: Well, I declare you as a poopyhead!
Me: You really need to get some intelligence.
Maria: Okay. I will go to CVS to get some intelligence.
Me: And yet again you prove your stupidity. You cannot buy intelligence!
Maria: Just because I have a low IQ does not mean that I am stupid.
Me: A low IQ completely explains a person's stupidity!
Maria: You are still a poopyhead!
Me: What are you? A kindergartener?
Maria: I am a high school freshman on the outside and a first grader on the inside.
Me: Ain't that the truth!

Joan: -taps fingers on table- You went on dates with her?
Nathan: No, I didn't.
Joan: -looks at me-
Me: He didn't.
Joan: -smiles-
Nathan: Why does she hate me? I never like her in that way. I just thought she was cool to talk too. Now, she's scaring me. Why do they keep saying I'm mean?
Joan: Hm...
Me: I already told you. She's annoyed that you didn't choose her.
Nathan: But I never had feelings for her in the first place. She shouldn't have feelings for me!
Me: Nathan, Nathan, Nathan...you can't decide who does, and doesn't have feeling for you. I thought I created you smarter.
Joan: He's pretty put out right now.
Me: --
Nathan: She just doesn't understand. I love Joan, not her.
Joan: Awe, you do?
Nathan: Yeah, didn't you listen when I said it before?
Joan: Yes, I did. I love you too!
Nathan: -rolls eyes- I already knew that!