End of the year, beginning of problems.

It's the end of the semester, and I have cinema class tomorrow. I don't know if I should go.

Choice 1 : Going to the cinema class.

Choice 2 : Not going to the Cinema class.

Going to the cinema class.

I finally decided to go. To my surprise, my English teacher replaced my Cinema teacher because he called in sick. She was obviously very pleased to see me. Since I came in ten minutes early, she took the chance and started to speak with me about what we were doing in English class. She started a ten-minute monologue about OTJ, internships, human resources, office politics, retirement, wages, and on and on and on... By the fifth minute I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. Each minute felts like an hour. I entered a mental coma for the next two minutes and when I came back she was still speaking. She continued speaking about interviews and dead-end jobs. I didn't know if I should scream or bite my tongue and listen to the end.

Choice 1 : Scream.

Choice 2 : Listen to the end.

Scream.

I couldn't take it anymore, I just screamed, "I don't care about office politics." She stopped talking, looked at me for a second in a state of shock, and she just burst into tears. After witnessing the scene, the guy in the back of the room came straight at me and started screaming. How can you be disrespectful like that, he said while giving me a push. I just saw read. I didn't know if I should uppercut him or try to calm things down.

Choice 1 : Punch the guy in the face.

Listen to the end.

I decided to go with rationality instead of violence and endured the pain and agony, and I listened to the end. At some point, she started speaking about a gig where they took young aspiring actors and gave them on the job training by making them do small acts like being an extra in a movie. It's a great opportunity to learn the ropes and have a feel of what it is to be an actor. She gave me the address and said it was just 15 minutes away. I didn't know if I should go or not.

Choice 1 : Go to the gig.

Choice 2 : Stay in class.

Punch the guy in the face.

I couldn't control myself, I just gave him the most violent uppercut Ahuntsic College had seen. Mike Tyson would have been proud. The guy's lights went immediately out. He went down, stiff as a board. Everyone gathered around us and the security was called.

Choice 1 : END.

Not going to the Cinema class.

I was too lazy and decided not to go to class. I didn't know what to do instead. Should I go play soccer or should I go chill with my friend?

Choice 1 : Play soccer.

Choice 2 : Chill out with my friends.

Play soccer.

I decided to go to the field in front of my house and play soccer. A group of guys asked my if I wanted to complete their team so that they could play a match, and I said yes. The game was pretty intense and the score was tied. With one minute left, I got around two of the defenders and got through on goal. As I push the ball to the right to put it in striking position, one defender comes from the left, behind me, and makes a desperate tackle. Instead of getting the ball, he got my right ankle and broke it. I went to the ground, screaming in pain. The ambulance was called, and I went to the hospital.

Choice 1 : END.

Chill out with my friends.

I got out with my friends instead. While we were sitting on the block, a shady guy came by. He was dressed in read from head to toe. You could even see that the hair coming out of his hat was dyed in red. He asked us if we wanted some dope. The second he opened his mouth, you could smell the odor of alcohol. As he continued speaking with my friends, I saw a car coming with blasting music. They were probably six or seven in the car, I didn't have time to count. All I could see was that they were all dressed in blue. As the guy in the backseat was rolling his window down, I thought that he was going to scream something to the guy in red. He instead pulled out a gun and started firing at him. Seven bullets, I can still remember the sound of each one. The first four went straight to red hat's chest. One of the remaining threes got my friend. The other two hit me. One in my left arm and the other centimeters above my heart. The ambulance came and I went to the hospital.

Choice 1 : END.

Go to the gig.

I went to the gig, and it was everything I always wanted. They gave me small roles where I just had to stay there and do nothing but being around the actors and seeing the way they performed was worth it. I learned a lot from them. Slowly but surely, I got bigger and bigger roles. I also got better at acting from all the hours that I stayed on the sets around all these big actors. Two years later, I got my first breakthrough and got a supporting character role in a movie with Ross from Friends. He liked my acting so much that he decided to give me the main character in a series that he was producing. I didn't know if I should accept it or not.

Choice 1 : Reject the offer.

Choice 2 : Accept Ross's offer.

Stay in class.

I decided to stay in class instead. My usual place was taken, so I decided to sit in the front. Not even ten minutes later, the projector that was on top of me fell straight on my head leaving me unconscious. I went to the hospital with a broken skull.

Choice 1 : END.

Reject the offer.

I decided to reject the offer. Ross got so mad, he told me, "your career is done". I don't know how but every gig I went to after that, I got rejected. As soon as I would say my name, I knew from the look in their faces that I was going to be rejected. I could no longer pay my bills, got kicked out of my apartment and became homeless.

Choice 1 : END.

Accept Ross's offer.

I accepted the offer and played the role. The series was so successful that it was said to be better than Friends. Ross quickly became jealous of me, especially after I married Rachel. He went drowned his sorrow in alcohol and drugs. One day, he came to my mansion in LA. I opened the door and as soon as I saw him I thought he came to apologise. To my surprise, he pulled out a gun and shot me in the heart. While I was on the ground bleeding, he came over my body and said, "now you feel what I feel". "This is for Rachel", were the last words I heard as my eyes were slowly closing.

Choice 1 : END.