Since Beautiful People is having a break at the moment, I’m just doing it anyway. So I’ll bend it slightly.
I’m doing Matt (I know I do him every time…but he’s my main character, and I’m just about to restart my book. So I thought I’d do him again. And my book’s changed a lot since last time.)
This time, I’m going interview style.
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Me: So what’s your biggest accomplishment?
Matt: Um… I don’t know. I don’t really have any accomplishments.
Me: What about Science Camp? I consider that an accomplishment and a half.
Matt: If you knew that, why’d you ask me?
Me: Interview definition–noun, verb. When someone answer what the interviewer asks. Oblige please.
Matt: Sorry. Okay. I guess Science Camp was an accomplishment. Only the best…or most scientific or something…kids in the state get to go. Every state hosts one. I got picked because I’m two grades ahead in science at school. Only I didn’t want to go, so it’s not much of an accomplishment. I didn’t go, by the way. Something else…came up.
Me: Why didn’t you want to go?
Matt: I just didn’t. I…science was kind of…off what I wanted to do.
Me: Which is ironic, considering you’re very talented with science. You wouldn’t want to give me more information about this, would you?
Matt (shakes head)
Me: Okay. What’s your strongest childhood memory?
Matt: I’m twelve. Does that make me still a child?
Me: If you want to be.
Matt: Then how can I have a strongest childhood memory? I might get something stronger.
Me: Until now then.
Matt: My mum died three and a half months ago. That was pretty strong, I think.
Me: Oh. We’ll try something easier. What’s your favourite food?
Matt: Um. Pasta. I really like pasta.
Me: So do I. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Matt: I’m twelve. Seriously?
Me: What kind of home do you live in?
Matt: It’s your normal older house. Middle of town. A rare huge tree in the backyard.
Me: I mean, what’s your family like?
Matt (sighs): Messed up. Disconnected. Dysfunctional. That’s the one. I have a really dysfunctional home.
Me: What do you mean by that?
Matt: I have no mother, my father spends his life on business trips. He’s never home. My grandmother can hardly hear, and my sister spends her l learning dead languages. Dysfunctional.
Me: Ouch. What do you like to wear?
Matt: Jeans. Tee shirt. Not a stupid school uniform with a tie.
Me: What would you do if you discovered you were dying?
Matt: I don’t know. I mean it. I try to avoid thinking about that.
Me: I need a better answer than that, boy.
Matt: I’d be glad it was me, and not someone else. Good enough answer?
Me: What a martyr. I like you better already.
Matt (raises eyebrow): You’re my author. You have to like me.
Me: Maybe. But it doesn’t guarantee safety.
Matt: What’s that supposed to mean?
Me: Never mind. What kind of holidays do you celebrate?
Matt: Christmas. Birthdays. Whatever comes around on the calender. I’m still wondering what you meant by safety. It’s my life, too, you know.
Me: Creator equals full rights. Deal with it.
Matt: I’m considering launching a human rights protest.
Me: Trust me, you’d fair no better should you be Cait’s character. You should see what she does to them. Character’s nightmare.
Matt: And I really wanted to know that because…?
Me: Never mind. What do the other characters have to say about you?
Matt: You’re asking me?
Me: It’s tempting to ask them.
Matt: Don’t bother.
Me: If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?
Matt: I’d make all the people who… I mean I’d… I’d stop there being death. But that’s not going to happen on this planet, or any other.
Me: We can wish. Anyway. Thanks for you final cooperation, I’m pretty sure our wonderful fifty-two (FIFTY-TWO, THANK YOU!) followers STILL know nothing about you.
Matt: Your fault with the questions, then. I’d say, “you’re welcome”, but… you’re not.