Age of the Diary

Note: This is a piece I did for fiction class when I was in college. The challenge was to think of a stereotype and make it fresh. I edited it a bit

“Hey Ada! I’ve been looking all over for you,” Nathan Valencia said, suddenly emerging out of nowhere. He flashed me his famous prince-charming-I-can-give-you-the-world smile, and I just stood there helpless.

“Uhh…really?” I said, as I nervously nudged the nose bridge of my Betty-La-Fea-like glasses.

“Yeah. I thought you were avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you? Why would I?” I said, trying to force myself to look innocent.

“Remember, I promised to take you around my family yacht? Lucky for you, I don’t break my promises.”

“Yeah…lucky.”

“Come, follow me.”

As I passed by the nose-picking-booger-rolling nerds, sex-is-my-favorite-subject jocks, I-know-aliens-exist freaks, I-will-be-have-lots-of-sex-after-graduation girls and other creatures that inhabit a high school prom, I remembered what my friend said. He’s the kind of guy who thinks he owns the world. He freakin’ allowed the school to borrow their family yacht for the prom. People like him are never interested in people like you. It’s a fact of life. Nothing can change that. If he is ever being nice to you, it’s not what you think. He has a hidden agenda. Avoid him.

Note: This is a story I wrote for Philosophy class where I use characters from No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre and Art by Yasmina Reza. I edited it a bit.

Scene 1: In the lobby of a hotel Estelle is waiting in front of an elevator. A valet approaches her.

Valet: Thank you for waiting, Madam Estelle.

Estelle: I do not appreciate slow service, young man. I have been waiting with no one to have a good chat with. I shouldn’t be treated like this. I am Madam Estelle—heir of great wealth. Good thing I was a bit entertained at observing this peculiar elevator or else I would have been raving mad.

Valet: I apologize once more, madam. Yes, it is peculiar. From the lobby, it has only three destinations: the penthouse, the basement and the thirteenth floor.