[RP SCENARIO STARTER/SUGGESTION]

Tony was looking outside at the window inside of his classroom, watching as the raindrops pelted the window and quickly skidded down the glass. It was currently Creative Writing Class, at the end of the school day with him. Ms. Soto's voice was muffled in the back, but Tony was daydreaming about all of the possible stories that he could write. He was never a favorite of fiction, simply because he likes more factual things. But over the months, Creative Writing has only been made-up stories.

(You're Gregory in this!)