Hello my name is Michael Jackson and before you ask, I am NOT that Michael Jackson and Im NOT Percy Jackson's brother. Im my own person and nothing like those guys! Anyway, I live in a place called Radiant Gardens and go to Western Gardens University. It's a nice school but I'm in a bit of a bind right now.

"You are sooo retarded," Kylee said.

Kylee is my best friend and we have been neighbors for seven years. She's a brunette with long hair to the middle of her back. Her eyes change colors randomly from blue to green and I never understood why. Not even she knew.

"C'mon! It's a start at least," I shouted.

"But the storyline... I swear I've heard it before, Mike."

"Well, how's your project coming then?"

"Haha! I've finished that while you went for pizza!"

I let out a sigh.

"Curse me and my procrastinating..." I said hopelessly. "If it's no good then, can you pleeaassee give me something?"

"You're sooo hopeless," Kylee replied. "If you want ideas, why don't you go around town a bit? I'm sure someone's got a story somewhere."

"But that requires work, Kylee," I whined.

"GET OUT AND DO YOUR FRIGGIN HOMEWORK," Chase shouted. "I'm tired of all your goddamn complaining."

Chase isn't such a people person.

He's my roommate for the semester.

He's got blonde hair and wears this strange necklace with a black shirt and blue jeans. The guys and I joke around saying he's in a cult of some kind. I wish I could trade him with someone but that's not allowed. I've tried to be friends with the guy but he keeps yelling! It's so irritating.

"Alright Grumpy I'll leave you alone," I said. "Goodnight Kylee, see you tomorrow."

"Byyee," she said.

"I need a storay! I need to write this storay! But where to find this storay, I don't know, hey," I sang while I skipped down the hallway.

That's right. Skipped. Like a boss! I went out on this Monday night looking for something good to write for my paper, due on Thursday. Fun times for me… I walked by the castle town took a left at Merlin's house and came upon: THE CASTLE TAVERN.

"Ohh! The Tavern," I exclaimed. "It's gotta be crawling with good subjects for mi storay!"

I walked in looked around and... There were only five people.

'Whaaat?' I thought.

I let out yet another sigh.

"So much for the good stuff," I mumbled. "Hmm... Who should I-"

*BLLLEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH!*

"HOLY SH- uhh...crap."

Not that dude... He's got his own problems. Just three tables away from the puke monster, I saw something promising. There I saw an old man sitting all alone! Well my grandfather's old and he's got stories so, he should too right? I went around the barf-covered drunk and made my way to the old man.

"Hey, this seat taken," I asked.

He grunted and kicked the chair out. Luckily for me, the chair hit me right in the shin!

"Oww!"

"Pussy," he muttered.

I'm not sure I like this guy! Like him or not though, I need to get a story from him no matter how long it takes.

"So," I said, sitting down. "I heard you got some good hear-say. Care to share?"

I really didn't hear anything but he's a tough guy so I had to talk tough as well.

"Ya wanna hear what I gotta say huh..." the old man said."Hold on to your seat, 'cause you might fall off it a couple of times."