Thread:Mirai Moon/@comment-5525077-20151222020410/@comment-5870363-20160808211253

It's time for the Life of Joran story.

Chapter 1 - What If?

22:34, March 5th, 2016.

Last time I spoke to Rachel. Of course it was a terrible way to end communications, but did I really have a choice? My halfwit friends didn't help. Every time they got a chance they'd spam her or actually harass her in person. I didn't want to be tied to this s**t anymore. I know she hates me because of this. If only those dumbasses could've minded their own damn business. Of course they couldn't. They're notorious for this. I don't know what compels them to stick their noses in my love life, but they never seem to fail when it comes to screwing up my chances with women.

T'was the same case with Erin, about a year and a half before Rachel cut ties with me and my moronic squad. I barely had a chance to have a conversation with Erin, mostly due to the fact that she was in French and I was in English, but in the rare instances that I did talk to her, it was almost like an alarm went off in my friends' thick heads which signified 'its time to go f**k up another potential relationship' and within 5 minutes they'd be circling us like vultures.

I met these morons in the 8th grade. They were friends with a highly talented programmer at my school named Daniel, who was already one of my closer friends as we'd known eachother for about 5 years. One day, when I went over to Dan's for a weekly coding session, he had invited the two other guys over as well. I shook hands and introduced myself. Nik and Cam were their names. I noticed they were very much alike; obnoxious, arrogant, discriminatory, the list goes on. We were having a typical coding session before it got cut short by Nik and Cam wanting to go play some football at the nearby park. After 5 minutes of harassment, we finally gave in and went out to play football.

Chapter 2 - Martin, Maarten, Martan.

It's not like my other friends were any better than Nik and Cam. Mayjack, for example. All he ever did while we spoke over Skype is sing Future's  Where Ya At and  F**k Up Some Commas, and occasionally made a joke about my Judaism or something to that effect. Mayjack was a good lad though. We'd known eachother since Grade 1. It was Martin I had serious issues with. In Grade 11, when Rachel had moved here from Ankara, we ended up in the same 5th period Social Studies class. My, I want to say acquaintance, Martin Kestler, was also in this class. Because Martin and I always worked well together, we decided to sit next to eachother in this class. We were seated in 3x3 rows of 2 desks. Rachel was seated a desk to my left, albeit we were seperated by the space between the rows.

She was absolutely stunning. I won't get into detail due to privacy reasons, but she had long, curly brown hair and stunning green eyes. I was just awestruck when I first saw her. Our teacher, Mr. Ersberg, introduced her as Rachel, and explained how she'd recently left Turkey with her family and moved here. "Yes," I thought, "conversation starter.". My cousin was born in Turkey (Istanbul, precisely. At the time I didn't know she was from Ankara). I didn't know how well she spoke English until we had to present our first projects of the year. She spoke it fluently as any Englishwoman, and she had a lovely accent. I was damn near in love. Martin had to stop me from staring. When she finished presenting, I applauded and smiled at her as she returned to her seat. She smiled back, making me feel like fainting from my ecstatic state.

Snapping out of my little trance, I'd realised it was Gilbert's turn to present. Gilbert, a Korean student. Gilbert, who was high during pretty much every class he attended. Gilbert, who hadn't prepared a presentation.