[Author's note: This is my 2nd time writing fanfic. I hope you all enjoy, and hopefully this story will take a couple of chapters, rather than be a one-shot.]
It was very hard for John Egbert to stop ripping his hair from his head. He was stressed. John had tried many, many times, but he always failed. As much as he tries, he keeps failing.
"Rose, I need your help." John quickly typed into Pesterchum, and hit Enter.
"How may I be of any help, John?"
"Rose," John typed. "I need you to teach me how to write fan fiction."
"John. We are seriously not talking about fan fiction during lunch," Jake English said, while munching on a baloney sandwich. "This is completely unrelated to the topic of fan fiction, but this sandwich tastes bloody awful!"
John just sighed, while resting his head on his arm. "Jake... I want to write. I suck at writing. English isn't even my first language!"
"I know, mate. It's hard. But you've got to try. Just because my last name is English doesn't mean I'm brilliant at it either." Jake tried to encourage John. John snorted. "Ask Dirk or Rose or something. I bet they'll be of much help!" Jake suggested, then did the-double-pistols-and-a-wink thing.
"I've tried asking Rose, but I think she's too busy writing her wizard fan fiction. But she said that she'll be able to teach me a couple of tips and tricks during the weekends. I mean, that's awesome right?" John replied. He picked up a box of apple juice, and started drinking from the straw, with loud obnoxious slurping noises.
"Blimey! That's fantastic. But why are you writing a fan fiction anyway?" Jake nudged John.
"No particular reason. I just think that... These days all my friends are writing fanfic. So why can't I write some too? The idea of making characters move and do whatever outside of the 'canon' story seems really, really cool. It's like making Nic Cage a female! Or a robot. That would be cool too." John exclaimed. The two teens waved goodbye, John threw the apple juice away in the trash bin, and happily strode off to his locker.