(Hello friends. I hope you're all regretting the life choices that led to being included in this story. I know I am. Please enjoy chapter one, and take nothing seriously. This is my best attempt at a parody of the normal high school rom-com formula. Hate you all, Eli)
(ALSO "y/n" stands for "your name". Ok bye)
Chapter one
Moving sucks.
It's the one thought that drifts through your mind as you cross the city limits.
"Snake Cult, FL" the sign reads, "population: 156."
It's a desolate place; a couple of stores are visible, yet few and far between. Residents dot the sidewalks here and there, but never by themselves. You don't know how to feel. Was it only a week ago when the last straw was pulled? When your parents' last resolve disappeared?
"Pack your things, y/n," they had said, "we're done here."
And now here you are. "Snake Cult". What a strange name for such a strange town.
The air mattress sighs a bit as you drop your bag on it, and once more as you throw yourself on top as well. It isn't the only thing that sighs. It was a long time being cooped up in the dinghy old car, but you still don't feel like moving around. Your legs ache, but you can't find the energy to move them.
You sit there. Think a bit. Sit a little more. Ponder your life choices. Eventually, you decide to get up. There's no use sitting around, no matter how much you want to. Getting up is a struggle, and your back protests greatly. The old Chevy is not kind to your spine.
You decide to leave the house. Take a walk. Familiarize yourself with the new, Floridian neighborhood. The oak door creaks open, and you step outside. You're immediately struck by two things: the glaring sun, and the choking mugginess of the air. It feels like you're swimming as you walk across your yard onto the concrete sidewalk. The bright green grass and palm trees feel like the backing track to your hike. Stopping at the end of the street, you look at the street name. "General Avenue." What a boring name. Fitting. Your trek goes on. As you begin to make your way into the heart of town, you start to encounter more people, yet you do not speak to them quite yet. You do observe, however, that this town seems to be quite full of several characters. You pass a tall, pasty boy with shoulder length brown hair inspecting what seemed to be a patch of mushrooms. A young, blonde woman strides confidently past you, carrying a bunny and, for some reason, what appeared to be a viking spear strapped to her back. You are too scared to see if it is real. A man wearing gloves bandages another man's ankle, chiding him all the while to be more careful on his mongoose. The town still seems a bit glum, but after seeing the people, it may have more personality than you realized.