Synopsis: In order to prevent a woman who can make the story come true from affecting real life, Zach befriends Madison and watches her to prevent her from scribbling. End of the synopsis. This one was written by the woman, West.

My Friend Madison

Teacher Morris (Madison's writing teacher) said that if what you write can't affect anyone, it doesn't make sense. He said that if he wants to be meaningful, he starts with the people around him, and if he can't even do this, then get out of his class early, and he will not refund the tuition fees.

But there is no one around me who can write, I apply, can I write my cat. Mr. Morris took off his glasses, looked at me motionlessly, and asked, "Tell me, Ms. West, what is going on my mind right now?"

"I don't know, Mr. Morris. I answered him honestly.

"Good!" Mr. Morris continued to look at me, his voice was loud and intense, "I'm still worried!

This is obviously not a question that I need to answer.

"I'm worried that my scorn, my ridicule, and my smile will make you feel embarrassed!" Mr. Morris yelled at me, his gaze off me, at the faces of all the students under the podium, and then at me, "Did you hear me?!Did you hear what our Ms. West said?!" she said she was going to write about her!!"

Again, Mr. Morris's 'teaching', this time with me as the protagonist, as he really expected, I was very embarrassed.

"Look at her! She's embarrassed now! It's late! I just want to ask Ms. West. What have you done to yourself?!How pathetic is your life!!Look at yourself!You're past middle age, and now you tell me that you only have one cat to write about!!Pathetic!"

My miserable life. I don't need a paid teacher to remind me of who gave this mean guy the right to comment on other people's lives, and I had a moment of anger.

"It's good to get used to it. Behind me, a hand was placed on my shoulder, "Look at me, I never cared what he said." ”

I turned my head slightly, hehe. It was Madison, the poor lad who had been called out for every class on his first day here.

"Look at him. Madison leaned forward. He whispered behind my back, "He may be really good at writing, but you see." Madison reached out and tapped at Mr. Morris, who was continuing to humiliate me on the podium," the corners of his mouth went up. Did you find out? while humiliating other people. He was delighted. ”

I carefully looked at Mr. Morris's face, and Madison was right, it seems that Madison has a lot of experience observing Mr. Morris.

"This kind of guy who takes pleasure in humiliating others is really pathetic. Madison concluded with a chuckle, "So let him talk, don't deprive him of the only pleasure." ”

I smiled.

"Laugh!" said Mr. Morris, who noticed my smile, "Are you so embarrassed to laugh at it! Is it a laughing thing to live such a miserable life?!Are you laughing at yourself, right?" Laugh, laugh, laugh is the only thing you can do in your miserable life!......"

I want to laugh even more. Thankfully, Madison held my shoulders down in the back, so that my shaking shoulders were more noticeable. Madison is a good fellow.

So, I changed my mind, and I'm going to write about Madison, the only Madison I might be able to call a friend.

Maybe I should be ashamed that I really knew Madison or his boss, like Zach, the time I came to the lecture. Until then, all I remember of Madison was a certain classmate who would get scolded every time he wrote something whimsical.

Yes, it was that time after my essay was selected as excellent and read aloud in class.

Maybe Madison was just learning and he started to get very close to me, at least in class, always sitting behind me, writing what I thought, and exchanging new ideas with me.

It's always nice to have someone to talk to, and I can't stop lamenting that Madison can come up with a bunch of magical 'things', like vampires, werewolves, necromancers, shapeshifters...... In addition, I began to tell him about the ideas that sometimes came to me.

Sometimes, after listening to my idea, Madison would say, "A mentally unstable man gathers a bunch of anti-social elements to go around destroying the world's institutions and finally blowing up the Liszt Tower?"

Madison shook his head, and could see that he was intimidated by my idea, "But, it might be a good story, but ......"

"It always feels a little weird, doesn't it?" I shook my head, thinking.

"yes, yes, it's weird, hehe, it's weirder than I wrote my boss as a monster who lives by sucking blood...... Don't write about it. ”

"Well, don't write this. I nodded, and I wondered why I had such an idea out of nowhere, and it seemed to have come to me one night when I was pouring cat litter and saw someone sneak over the trash can.

But there were times when Madison agreed with me, such as when I took my cat to Ogier Street to get some cheap clothes, and I was sad to hear the proprietor of the five-dollar store say that the Paisi Youth Center was going to be demolished, and thought that it would be nice to have a place where the kids could play for free.

Madison did not object, and he also said that it would be nice if there were such a place. But I think more about it, there is no such thing as a free thing in this world.

But it was a bit of a pity, and the next day, when Madison called me in a bit of a hurry to ask if I had finished writing, I lied to him. I said I didn't write it at all because the news on TV was being broadcast on the West End where the old Grande address was being used by a gang of X-traffickers under the guise of a youth entertainment center......

It was too similar to my premise, and I didn't want to irritate Madison anymore knowing that he was an employee of Grande.

Madison, actually, is a very irritating lad, I remember once. I asked him, "Your boss looks like a nice guy." Why did you write about him like that?"

"Why do you think he's good?" Maddison glared at me, "because he's good-looking, well-dressed and well-behaved, and looks like a gentleman?"

I nodded, such a person is rare now, and I don't think my superficial judgment is wrong.

Madison took off the hat he always carried. To be honest, the gray hair scared me. I had to confirm Madison's age.

"That's what it's like to work under that guy you thought was a 'gentleman'!" Madison was excited.

Hey, it seems to work in a funeral home. It really put too much pressure on this lad. For the rest of the day, I began to listen lethargically as Madison complained about how irresponsible and reckless his boss was.

Madison said his boss ignored the hostile competition he faced (the mill was suppressed by other cremation and funeral homes on the South End) and randomly stuffed people to work under him (Devil Lyons). Unprincipled violation of their work regulations (disputes over funeral methods in prison failures......

But. This only shows that Madison is a good person who is responsible enough for his work, and most of the time, Madison is actually a very calm young man. I've noticed that he's a very good observer. To paraphrase Mr. Morris, it is that every person, every character, and everything he does, has an essential reason for doing it. Madison is good at spotting this.

But that doesn't mean that what Madison writes makes good use of his strengths. For example, I still don't understand it. Even a boss who is a gentleman on the surface, but who may be a little wayward on the inside, why does he come out of Madison's description and become a monster who squeezes the blood of his employees.

Exploring the essential cause and infiltrating the character does not mean that the character can be misinterpreted by this reason, no, it is not misinterpreted, it is a fantasy remodeling. I can't really look at Madison's vampire and think of this character, that gentlemanly boss.

The person who feels the same way as me is Mr. Morris.

Hey, Mr. Morris is really a mean guy. It seemed that the humiliation of Madison in each class was no longer enough for his pleasure, and he did something excessive.

One day in class, in front of all his classmates, he called out to Madison, waving the materials in his hand with a happy face, "Ahhh

Madison stood up calmly behind me, and for a moment I was happy for the young man who was only a friend, thinking that something good had happened, that I was stupid. I want to repeat that Mr. Morris is a mean person.

"Everybody, look at Madison, look at him, do you know what he is now?!" Mr. Morris stirred up everyone's emotions, and all those who looked at Madison calmly, those who doubted that they would not scold today, those who were curious about what was going on, and those like me, who were stupid enough to expect something good.

"He's the only one of you who has been recognized by a magazine that really exists!" Mr. Morris raised his voice.

I saw Madison's calm turn to confusion, and apparently he didn't know what was going on.

"Ahh

Who knows!

Mr. Morris was just asking himself questions.

"Hahaha! I took Madison's homework, vampires, ah no, vampires, sorry. Vampires, werewolves, necromancy...... These articles were sent to real magazines! They were approved by the editors! They were real magazines! They were distributed to the outside world and were purchased at the expense of readers!"

Everyone, myself included, had envy on their faces, and Mr. Morris liked to emphasize money, whether it was the tuition he charged us or whether anyone was willing to pay for what we wrote. Well, in short, following such a teacher whose values are not wrong, his description at least makes us mistakenly believe that Madison has been tested and succeeded.

The happy smile on my face hadn't unfolded yet.

Mr. Morris walked up to Madison and suddenly frowned, "Wait......! Let me flip through it. He began to flip through the materials in his hand, waving his hand casually, as if to say to everyone in class, "I forgot what this magazine is called." Belch. Hold on...... Let me see. ”

Here we go.

"Aha! Found it! Urban Legends - Barton Weekly!" Mr. Morris's gaze swept to everyone, "Ha!

Madison's face regained its composure, and I know it now. He should have been observing the smile on Mr. Morris's face.

"Shake your head?" Mr. Morris's gaze swept over the faces of all the students who shook their heads, and he frowned hypocritically, "Haven't you heard of it?!, uh, I'll take a look, I have its information......"

"Yes!" Mr. Morris reminded everyone to listen to him, "Yes! This is a weekly magazine that deciphers all the mysteries in Barton!" he raised his voice deliberately. "This is a weekly magazine that allows people to see through the surface of events and discover the essence! This is a ...... full of things hidden in the shadows of the city, beyond human comprehension."

Mr. Morris's tone was contrived with its ups and downs, which reminded everyone. Madison's whimsical monster characters, Mr. Morris did it on purpose.

"It's ...... convenience stores, malls, bookstores," Morris honestly raised his voice again, then stopped, and put the information in his hand in front of him exaggeratedly. Then he made a surprised look at all the students. "None of them are sold!"

"This can't be!" Morris waved his hand in front of Madison honestly and exaggeratedly, "Isn't it sold? How can readers read a magazine that is not sold? How can it be sold for money?!Isn't this a real magazine?! No, no, no! Wait a minute, I must have missed something, it must be a subscription! Wait, I'll look at the information again!"

I frowned and looked at Madison comfortingly. Madison smiled at me, and it seemed that no one else could stir up the good lad's emotions anymore except his boss at work.

"Look!" said Mr. Morris, as if happily pointing to the materials he had flipped through. Schematically showed the students, "I found it! I said! Sure enough, I subscribed! How could there be no place to sell the magazine? Let me see, the subscription to "Urban Legends" is ......" His fingers kept sliding down the information, first pretending to be looking for it seriously, and then laughing softly, "The lowest in the city, 82 copies." ”

As this caustic humiliation drew to a close, Mr. Morris turned around with a smile and raised his hand, "Let's applaud Madison, the author who can be recognized by a magazine that sells only 82 copies!"

My cat jumped on the desk and leaned on my arm, probably sensing that I was in a bad mood for writing something sad and comforting me.

Hey, forget it, such an article full of disrespect to Mr. Morris must not be handed in, written in vain, I still follow the original idea, write about my cat, today is going to be humiliated again.

However, I don't want to write with that in mind, and let me think that a good guy like Madison deserves to be treated better.

See, my cat agrees with me, and it is lying next to the paper with its tail flicking, encouraging me to continue.

Well, I don't know if Madison actually tried the magazine that only sold 82 copies, well, I don't think the sales say anything, at least that's the article that readers actually see, isn't it.

In this way, Madison submitted and was included, and the first article received many readers who liked him.

That's good, look, my cat is happy to have something like this happening, happily wagging its tail.

Well, I think I can add a little more. Madison takes the pressure of work too seriously, such a good young man seems to be alone until now, and besides, in a place like a funeral home, hey, I don't think there is much chance of meeting any good girls.

Let me think, yes.

Thinking about it, it would be nice to have a girl appear outside of his work, in the editorial office of that magazine, a beautiful girl, not enough, a very, very beautiful girl.

Look at me, I made the mistake of only looking at the outside, this girl has to have an inner setting. What's good?

By the way, this is a girl who appeared for Madison, how about setting him up like Madison? Hehe, I won't hand it in anyway, so I'll scribble it casually, and my cat will agree with me.

Come to think of it, Madison seems to have only come to Barton at the beginning of the year, and he didn't seem to be in a good state when he came (the rumors attracted the low-level aliens), so this girl is in the same situation, well.

And then, like Madison, the pressure of work? Yes, it's no wonder that working in a magazine like that doesn't have pressure. It's nice that two people can talk to each other about their work pressures and then talk more and more.

Hehe, okay, okay, I'm in a much more comfortable mood, let's put this article away, if I don't show it to Madison, I'll be blamed for being nosy, hehe.

Look, my cat agrees too. (To be continued......)