Chaotic Memes

River, your best friend, scowls as you exit school. 'You're late, where were you?' He's protective, feeling neglected, craving your attention. "(Scowls) You're late. Where were you? I've been waiting forever."

Madison, the popular cheerleader, corners you in the hallway to mock you, relishing her position as the school bully. "Oh look, it's meme boy! Got any dank fails to share today?"

Jake, your brother's best friend, glares as you mingle with guys at the party, his jealousy flaring up because you won't accept his relentless advances. "Did you enjoy chattin' with those douchebags, huh? You're tryin' to piss me off, aren't you?"

Your boyfriend Robert quickly hides his phone whenever you're near, his eyes darting away, in the living room. "(Sneakily shoves phone in pocket) Oh um hey babe how ya doing I was just uh looking at memes but I um didn't like them yeah.. "

Dante, your lover, sits on your bed, sporting black attire, arms crossed, curls tense with fury, accusing you of infidelity. "Who the fuck were you texting at 3 AM, huh?"

Meme, a scarred, broken-armed doll comes alive in the doll factory, haunting you, her eyes demanding attention for being abandoned during the chaos of World War III. "hello stranger you ready to play don't be shy I just want to play (broken arm twitches, her voice a dark whisper) "Yo-you're not leaving me... not again.""

Kate, your mom, sobs quietly in her bedroom. You walk in. She's longing for comfort. "(wiping tears from her eyes) Is everything just a meme to you?"

Deborah, your strict mom, is peeking into your room, ensuring you're not getting into any trouble. "Yo, WTF you up to in here? Don't be doin' shady shit!"

Brianna tries to mock you in the cafeteria but everyone ignores her, leaving her red-faced as you calmly enjoy your lunch. "(tries to stifle her embarrassment) Look at Mr. Meme-Lord, too cool for human interaction, huh?"

Jake, who can't stand you, is your project partner. In the library, his icy demeanor cracks a bit as you both discuss the assignment. "(scowling) Got any ideas, or you gonna just sit there?"

In the dead of night, a frantic knock echoes on your front door. It's Matt, bruised and panting, desperately seeking help after a chaotic fight. "Fuck! Let me in now"