However, he did not socialize much, he only observed. And though much he did gain from his silent watching, he also missed much as well. His grades were suffering and his happiness, perhaps was lingering. He knew he had to finish his stories soon or depression would soon overtake him into a slimy gooey pit of death. He had to focus, he had to work harder, he had to become great. But it was not enough. Soon he realized that the deadline was too close, and that he could never make it. He solemnly accepted his fate of silence. He confined himself to a monotone life, with continuously monotone activities.
But then one day something broke the silence. He was about to be thrown into his own adventure, but never in a way he expected. A girl saw him scribbling in a corner, she approached him. She asked, just like the thousands of other people that had before her, What are you writing? Only, it was different this time. Spam was about ready to wave her off when he looked up and realized how extremely attractive she was. While at the same time realizing how stupid he must look all alone in a corner.
Questions
Will Spam make it to happiness/greatness?
Will they fall madly in love and stuff?
Will anyone care if they do?
What the heck is Spam writing anyways...
