The Authors (Character Introductions)

Chapters 1-3

Chapter 1 DJ

It's cold.

Not quite sure why the ac is blowing. But there it goes, pumping that cold air round and round the room. Whoever thought this was a good idea is going to have to hear a few choice words from me. If I ever find out who they are, that is.

Speaking of which, what is she looking at? Or who is she looking at? Is there something behind me? No. Well she can't be looking at me. Must be staring off into the void. Though I swear she just smiled. Must be daydreaming of a time much more interesting than 1st period English class. Whoever thought that writing anything decent could be done starting at 8:30AM is also deserving of a few choice words. The brain doesn't truly start working at full speed until after lunch. So this class is destined to put out mediocre work at best. Although her brain seems to be firing on all cylinders. Is there something on my face?

I wiped my face with my sleeve. Nothing to report, but she seems to have focused her attention elsewhere. I guess I got it. Must have been huge. She was staring for quite awhile. Priyadarshini (Priya) Pathak, lovely name, suits her perfectly. Those less inclined to use proper titles call her Janet. Either way Priya may also need a talking to. If I actually talked to people that is.

"Psssssst!" came a noise from behind me.

Who could that be? Or rather what does it want now? Though I never talk to people, the creature known as Carlos Emmanuel Jailer hardly qualifies. CJ for those who choose to acknowledge its existence at all. Which at the best of times is just me and his parents.

"Psssssst! Earth to Donny." Came the voice again.

I despise that nickname. My name is Donald Persivus Jones. Some regrettably refer to me as Donny or DJ. By some I mean the creature known as CJ, for I do not associate with other human beings.

"What ever could you want Carlos Jailer?" I said without a hint of emotion.

The best way to deal with this cretin is a total lack of enthusiasm towards anything he says. Give the thing an inch and you'll be listening for weeks. Though I've endless patience. Still this creature could wear a diamond to dust with his ramblings.

"Hey don't call me that, dude." He said with more a tone of defeat than annoyance.

"That chick was totally staring at you. I think she's in love!"

"Who?" I said with a little more interest than I should have.

"That girl Jane,"

"Janet," I replied. Busted.

There are both a Jane and a Janet in my creative writing class. I had forgotten in that split second and revealed that I knew exactly what he was talking about. He knew I knew of course. What discussions we have usually revolve around the opposite sex and whether or not they shall ever notice us. Most likely not.

"Yeah, Janet, that's her. So what do you think? I think she totally digs you, this could be your time man. What are you going to do? You know what I'd do. I'd walk right over to her and say. Hey there dollface, the name's CJ and I'm here to make your dreams come true..."

He rambled for a moment longer.

"Excuse me gentleman," came a voice from the front of the room

"I'm sure what you are telling the most riveting of tales back there but I do believe you are supposed to be writing them down instead. CJ, Donald get back to it please," Ms. Juliet said with the hint of playfulness that always accompanies her voice.

Ms. Juliet prefers to be called by her first name - Juliet Sinclair. She is only 23, and it is her first year teaching English at the ever so drab Rushmount High. She brings a spark to the position that none of the other teachers even come close to, but that's not too difficult. That being said, she is my favorite instructor and I'd like to keep a low profile in her classroom. Not that I stand out in any others. This is made increasingly difficult by the beast that sits behind me, but I do believe I'll manage nonetheless.