Hello! Welcome to my story "Our Life is Strange"! I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make. English isn't my primary language but I try my best at this nonetheless. I hope we can avoid flames and haters but I know they'll come, sooner or later. I'll do my best to get all the characters IC but bear with me, there's not much to go on. I'm using the games and both the wiki's on Gamepedia and Dontnod as references. I'm also using a couple of LiS fics as my reference for character dialogues and what not.

This is my second story. Hopefully, I get to finish this unlike my first one. Anyway, a bit about this fic, this is a self insert but I change the character name to make it more Western. What little I've experienced from my short month long stay in America, I'll be putting as much of it here, I hope I can capture the essence and feel. I apologize if I don't. It's centered on my OC; experimenting with first person perspective. If it's not that good, say so and I'll change it to third. It's an OC/Victoria with a bit of OC/Kate and Max/Kate. Vic will be OOC because of my character I can tell you that much, but she'll still be her queen bee self.

Anyway! Onto the story!

Disclaimer

I do not own Life is Strange nor any of the characters that appear here except my OC John Carter.

Chapter 1

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We're expecting to leave for Ohio in about thirty minutes. We apologize for the delay. In the mean time, please just sit back and relax. Our lovely flight attendants will be with you shortly for pre-flight instructions.", the radio cackles out of existence as the people continue to chatter among themselves around the plane. It wasn't a packed flight, thankfully, but there was at least a third of the seats occupied.

I look around and fiddle with my carry-on messenger bag to pass the time, not really paying attention to the FA's while they talk about safety precautions. Great. The flight's delayed. Again. I eventually land my eyes onto my journal and decide to take it out.

I flip through the pages nonchalantly and occasionally stop when a sketch catches my eye. I didn't notice the time passing by until I feel the plane start to slowly make it's trek to the runway. I close the notebook and place it on the seat pouch in front of me.

John Carter. Age, nineteen. I'm from SOCAL. San Diego to be precise. I'm taking up videography right now but my uncle and I had a big disagreement over some stupid shit. I literally begged my gramps to let me transfer to another school just to get away from that asshole. After a bit of persuasion, he agreed to it. Thank God. So I looked through the internet desperately and one school caught my interest; Blackwell Academy. Somewhere nobody knows me so I can just be myself. Perfect. I hurried to apply and take an exam.

So.. Here I am, on a plane to Arcadia Bay, which is somewhere in Ohio, after passing the entrance exam for Blackwell. I had to review my materials barely a month before the exams just because it had such high requirements. Oh well. That's done.

The plane stops briefly, cutting off my inner monologue; the engine spooling up for the take off.

Man, I'll never get used to flying. Weightlessness just fucks me up. Seriously. I hurriedly buckle up and put my bag in front of my feet before I'm suddenly thrust backwards as the plane launches; the cabin going quiet, only the noise of the cargo shaking being heard.

This is going to be a long ride. I think to myself before I feel that dropping sensation as the back of the plane lifts off the ground.

I sling my bag around my body, fastening it, as I wait for my luggage in front of the conveyor belt. Looking around aimlessly, I spot a small café right across the floor. I'm definitely getting a frap after I get my bag.

Seeing a bit of red in my peripheral vision, I notice my bag almost immediately after it passes through the flaps. I get ready to lift it up and do so as it comes around to me before hauling my ass towards the quaint café.

"Hey, welcome to Bardino's.", the cashier greeted me. I nod my head and crack a tiny smile at him as I walk up to look at the menu behind him.

"I'll uh.. Get a blueberry frap.", I say absently as I continue to look around the menu. The cashier continues staring at me, waiting on me for something else. I look at him, aware of the silence. "Just a tall. For here.", I quickly add, rummaging through my pockets for some cash.

"Will that be all?", the cashier asks politely and I nod again in reply. I count the cash I have in my hand and pay for my drink. Grabbing the number and receipt before turning around to look for a seat, dragging my luggage with me.

I eventually find one by a window. Taking a better look at the coffee shop, it was pretty homey. Very rustic and they even had low tables and carpeted areas. Perfect chill spot for when you're waiting to be picked up orrrrr you're flight's delayed.

Minutes later and I hear my number and drink. Now I'm happily sipping at my frap while doodling in my journal. I didn't notice the time till I checked my phone. It's getting late. I better get moving. I put my stuff back in my messenger bag and leave quietly.

I hail a cab shortly after I get out of the airport and quickly get in, luggage and all, before telling the driver the location of Blackwell Academy. It was a quiet trip as I lounged in the back, listening to some chill acoustic music with a bit of jazz every now and then on my phone as I watched the scenery pass by. Soon, the busy city streets turned into a sort of rural areas with more trees than I'd seen for the past couple of years.

"You are aware that we're in the middle of the school year yes?", the registrar asks me with a raised brow. I nod a bit and look everywhere but her eyes.

This has come to my mind. I guess I won't be making much friends this year then. I inform the registrar that I was okay with it and we proceeded to finish all the requirements.

"You're free to look around if you want. Here's your schedule for this term. Have a pleasant evening.", she states as she starts to clean her desk. I guess it's closing time for the offices. I wonder as I look through the windows, taking note of the orange sky.

I stroll around the empty hallways a bit and take in the atmosphere. It's quiet and gloomy. I hope it's not always like this.

I guess there aren't many people that move to Arcadia Bay; I noticed, since a lot of students take quick looks as I pass by them. Probably because they knew everyone else here. I start to feel awkward and decide to go to the dorms to unpack and go to bed. I have classes early tomorrow. Crap.

So I'm heading to my dorms and I see the most adorable girl ever, putting up small posters.. Flyers. In an activity board or whatever that's called in the main hallway, just before the exit of the building. I have a bit of an inner struggle on how I could possible capture a photo of this girl, because shit she's so cute, with my phone. NOT stalkerish GFDI.

I fiddle with my phone cam for a bit and when I look back up to check if she's still there, I see her looking at me. Like, dammit. I must look like a total creep.. I lament as I stand there, my luggage beside me and my phone cam pointed at her.

I try and manage to smile awkwardly at her. She looks around a bit, probably to see if I was looking at someone else. She promptly reddens and looks at the ground before hugging the stack of the posters, maybe flyers, to her chest. Now she's clearly uncomfortable. Not knowing what to do, I scratch my head and decide continue my walk to the boys dorm sorta kinda waving at her as I turn around to leave.

Taking a final glance at QTPIE, I notice her taking a quick peek at me before sharply turning around and busying herself with hanging those posters. Yeah, you're doing a great job posting those twice now. Totes adorbs. I smile to myself before shaking my head and continuing on; a light hop to my steps.

Looking around my room, I huff and smile to myself for a job well done. It was small, to be expected, with a single bed that I covered with scarlet comforters to make it even softer. The walls were pretty bare at the moment. I'll go get something printed and put them up the wall so they don't feel as bare. What else? Well, the best that I could do for now. I need some more things to really get comfy but I guess I'll just have to remember buying whatever when I eventually go into the town.

Arcadia Bay huh? I wonder idly as I lay in my bed. I don't bother to change. Whatever, I can do it tomorrow. I close my eyes after setting an alarm and try to rest.

I wonder if they sell bikes around here. was the last of my thoughts before sleep took over me.

Okay! So that's chapter one! I'm working on the second! Yes, there are a lot of skips. Maybe I should do just one big skip instead of multiple ones. This feels a bit slow but it's just the start and I'm just setting up the character and the mood. I apologize for the length, it's a bit short but eh, whatever.

Look here if you're having trouble understanding some terms

FA - Flight attendant
SOCAL - Southern California
Frap - Frappuccino
Tall - Smallest size for a drink in a coffee shop (Most cafe's in my country use Tall, Grande, and Venti instead of small, regular, or large)
"For here" - Dine in
"..middle of school year.." - Normally, you would be placed in a block section when you transfer/enter college in my country so you'll have the same people for two terms before the school lets you choose which classes you want to enroll to ensure that the students have an easier time making friends and adjusting.
GFDI - God f***ing dammit
QTPIE - Cutie pie
Totes - Totally
Adorbs - Adorable