Famer's Story-Writing Debate Round #2 Sans_the_Ander vs. TUF

The basic idea of this debate is that both sides must together write a story. Whoever creates the most interesting continuation/orientation/conclusion of the story wins the vote for "most convincing arguments"Rules of this debate:8000 characters maximum72 hours for time to argue7 days voting periodYes to voting commentsPoints for spelling and grammar are awarded as per usual. There will be no points awarded for sources. However, as the rules of the tournament goes, if any of the debaters forfeits a round (unless both forfeits an equals number of times), they will, by default automatically lose all 7 points as a result. Good Luck! Title of Story: Number 15----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hello? Is this thing working? Ok, it's recording. Thank God. My name is Adam Knight. I don't know if anyone will ever hear this, but I hope against hope someone does. This is my story, and it needs to be told. So much has happened since the day I was chosen, and Earth needs to know about it. Firsthand. From me. Because I have been involved in every single part of it. I don't know of a better place to start than from the beginning. I don't have much time, so here I go. It was just a normal boring day at Park High. First I get a usual boring lecture from my math teacher, Mr. Franklin. I swear he's from another planet, with his bulging eyes and abnormally tall body. "Now today we'll be learning about derivatives. .. ." His voice just bounces around in my skull. I can't pay attention in that class. I just find myself staring at his eyes, wondering if they could actually pop out of his head at any moment. My next class is good ol' chemistry. You would think the class would be cool, mixing chemicals together and whatnot. But the teacher, Mrs. Goode, just stands up and talks, and we take notes. Well, we're supposed to take notes. I sleep. Third class of the day? Spanish. Ugh, I absolutely dreaded that class. Why couldn't everyone just talk in English so we didn't have to learn foreign languages? The teacher in that class, Ms. Rose, sounds JUST like a chipmunk. And the fast sentences of Spanish that poured out of her mouth made it ten times worse. My final class - English. English was the worst class of all. It was just awful. I have the reading abilities of a 6th grader, and the creativity of a rock. And just to make today special, Mr. Hannon gives us a pop quiz. Great. I knew I was going to fail as soon as he handed us the quiz. Once the bell rings signaling that the school day is over, I dart out of class. I never liked being in school. I was definitely not good at it. I have a very short attention span, I cannot concentrate, and worst of all, I'm lazy. Very lazy. I scrape by my classes with C's and D's. At first my teachers would try to encourage me to do better, but after a while, they all realize it's a lost cause. They realize that I'm a lost cause. I'm not good at anything, really. I tried every single sport imaginable while growing up. Football, soccer, baseball, basketball, tennis, track, and even lacrosse. Every single time I ended up sitting on the bench, never playing in a game. I tried to learn how to play all kinds of musical instruments. Nothing ever clicked for me though, and I could never get past the basics. I even tried my hand at art; drawing, painting, and even sculpting. My lack of creativity held me back in this regard, and once again I was not successful. Although I was not very athletic, I was naturally very quick. I could always beat any of my friends in a race. My reflexes were above average too. I could always catch something before it hit the ground if I dropped it. I also have a quick mind. Why this never helped me in school I have no idea. But I was always good at finding quick solutions to any real-life problem I faced. I still remember the time I almost got into a fight. The guy had to be ten times bigger than me. I was just joking around and talking about his mom. He took it to heart though, and got up in my face. I analyzed his body language and could tell that he was going to swing. I knew I'd have to be ready, and I braced myself. He swung, and I ducked while barely sticking my foot out to trip him. Because of his missed punch, the momentum of the giant about to punch me made him trip over my foot, and I ran out of there. Problem avoided. I didn't really fit in anywhere at school, so I only had a few friends. Those few friends weren't really close to me though. I would only occasionally talk to them at school, when I saw them. My real friend was my dog, Cocoa. With the school day finally over, I gladly go home. Cocoa is there to greet me, tail wagging and tongue out ready to lick my face. I throw my bookbag on the ground, homework and all, right where I would leave it until tomorrow morning. I go in the kitchen to get a soda, eat something quick for dinner, and then assume my normal after-school activity; video games. I'm about to beat a game I just got a couple days ago when all of a sudden my mom walks in, turns off my system and says, "Trash. " I know what that word meant, and I reluctantly stand up to go collect the trash and take it outside. Cocoa goes with me, like always. I lift up the lid and dump out the trash. I am about to turn around, when all of a sudden Cocoa runs toward the woods behind the house, barking her head off. Confused, and worried about my best friend, I start to run after her. I arrive at the woods, and I can't see Cocoa or hear her barking anymore. I start to get worried. "Cocoa! Cocoa! Come here girl! " Silence. The only sound I hear is the sound of wind blowing through the trees. I stand there, calling out for Cocoa, over and over. Suddenly, I am aware of a new sound. Whimpering! Cocoa is in trouble! My best friend, the dog that has been there for me since I was little, needs help! Without even thinking, I plunge into the woods, determined to save Cocoa. I follow the sound of her whimpers, knowing that I'm getting closer as the whimpers get louder. I start to quicken my pace, yelling "I'm coming Cocoa! ", getting closer and closer to finding her. I finally emerge from the woods into a clearing. I look around and immediately see Cocoa in the middle of the clearing, whimpering and staring straight upwards. I also notice that the clearing is a perfect circle, with carvings on each tree on the outside of the circle. 15 trees in all, each with a specific carving. With my concern for Cocoa coming first, I disregard this strange observation, and rush to my dog. She doesn't seem to notice me, and continues to whimper. "Cocoa, what's wrong? " I see that she is still staring upwards, and I start to tilt my head slowly to see what she's staring at. A bright white light appears out of nowhere, making it impossible to see anything. Cocoa starts to bark now, but I can only hear her, so I do not know if she is still beside me. Then, as if through a loudspeaker, a voice begins to speak. I use the word voice loosely, because to me it sounded like a bunch of different people speaking at the exact same time. It was also as if they were singing, each voice a different note, in perfect harmony. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. "Adam Knight, you have been chosen. You are now one of The Fifteen. "The bright light starts to get brighter. An electric hum can be heard now, and it steadily gets louder. I can no longer hear Cocoa. I cover my eyes and try to block out the noise. But it just gets louder, and the light gets brighter. Then I feel this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's like the feeling you get when you go down the first big hill on a roller coaster. As soon as this feeling hits me, the light and the electric hum vanish. It's dark. I seem to be sitting in a room somewhere. Who knows where I am right now? At school I thought today was just going to be a normal day. Boy was I wrong.