Curtis, Get The Fuck Out Of Here

I shiver when the cold wind brushes past me. Autumn is around the corner. I don't know for how long I will be able to sit outside. It would also be a good idea to start wearing a jacket.

I pull the lunch I packed for myself out of my bag. Since I am not getting my food from the cafeteria anymore, I had to start packing food for myself. It's not the tortilla roll-ups, but this will have to do. I cannot function properly if I don't have something to eat.

I pull my phone from my back pocket and glance at the screen. The changes I made caused the story to deviate completely from the original story and so far it has been getting out of hand. I asked the author to fill me in on the outcomes of the changes, but there has been no answer.

And nice work on the author's side. They decided to get rid of Max by letting him move away. Why does he get an easy way out of his scandal, but I have to face the consequences? That is what I call lazy writing.

With a sigh, I look around at the few stude