Chapter 1

Zachary was a rather skinny guy, short brown hair, glasses, and a smile that was unrivaled. He was happy in his circle, unbothered, flourishing. He didn’t know he needed a new point of view, until he was graced with pleasure of McDonalds. He went through so much, experiencing something nobody could predict. What did he gain in the end? Well I guess you’ll have to see. Let’s start from the beginning; Earlier in the day that changed Zachary’s life forever. He attended Shippensburg High, a school with a comparatively large number of attendees. Among the many in that school, he too, had his own role in the social status. He played his part, cracking a few jokes, but mostly being the victim of the others’ mockery. Zachary’s best friend was himself, to be frank. There wasn’t a soul he trusted more than his own judgement and cognitive ability. He relied on himself for everything, too prideful to ever consider being weak enough to require the help of his peers. He was different from them; he understood what it took to be successful. He never wandered from comfort of his boundaries, fulfilling the role of an npc like no other. He finished his day at school, retiring back home to resume his mundane—yet fulfilling—life. He held his phone close to his face, reading some E-Books. He decided to take his mind off his troubles, whatever those may be for an adolescent boys. He loaded up his favorite game; Royal Match. He was passionate about this game, a contradicting trait about his usual phlegmatic self. Excitement evident in his blue eyes, he started swiping with contentment. When he began matching tiles vigorously, the world around him seemed to fade. All he had was him and his Royal Match, an escape from norms. Suddenly, a promotional ad appeared, since the game was free to play and made revenue via advertisements. The promotion was for a McDonald’s collab, getting a happy meal can reward you with a special set of levels. He had to obtain this, there was nothing else so important than the notion of having those bonus levels. He grabbed the money he’s saved up from allowance, and booked it outside. Straddling his bike seat, he began racing down the block, on his journey to McDonalds. He felt sweat trickle dispatch down his forehead, toward his chin, and then dribbling off him and becoming one with the wind. He safely arrived into the parking-lot of the McDonalds. He hurriedly chained up his bike, and took his helmet off. Zach made his way into the McDonalds, pushing the glass door open. He scurried to the counter, met with the gaze of the cashier. The cashier was recognizable immediately; Ronald McDonald. His stature at an overwhelming 6’ 2”, he has a completely pale complexion with the stark contrasting red nose, lips, and hair. Zach drums his finger on the counter, preparing to order. “Hello, how may I take your order,” Ronald McDonald spoke with his hearty happy-go-lucky voice. “I’ll get one happy meal, that’ll be all, thank you,” Zach wasted no time, he was ravenous. Receiving his receipt, Zach took his seat while looking around. He sees promotional banners for Match Royal, making him feel filled with an indescribable craving for the Royal Match Happy Meal. As his order number was called, he snatched his food, and sat at a table. He unpacked it all, and ate with a ferocity that would make Matt Stone seem amateur. Letting out a satisfied burp, he rubbed his stomach. Another good day, in Zach’s life.

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