Synopsis:

When Eric, a slacker who cares more about parties than school finds a poster for National Novel Writing Month, he somehow finds himself getting ready to write a novel...in a month. With his parents against him, and his friends unable to understand why he suddenly seems to care more about writing than girls, will he ever reach his 50,000 word goal?

Chapter one: The flyer
Eric was almost nodding off into his English textbook when the note landed on his desk. Puzzled, He looked across the room to see who it had come from. His friend Jason smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Well, that would explain the big J on the top of the note. Eric unfolded it and saw Jason’s scribbly handwriting.
I am so bored. You?
-Jason
Eric read the note quickly, than crumpled it up and glanced at the English teacher who was still going on about proper thesis statements or whatever. Booooring.
Eric put his English book up in front of him as if he were reading it. Then, after making sure he was completely shielded, he uncrumpled the note and scribbled down his reply.
Definitely. Hey, you up for the movies this afternoon? I want to see that new one about the zombie aliens.
-Eric
He folded the paper up and leaned forward in the chair. If he could just toss it under the desks–
“And what do you think you’re doing Mr. Cogin?”
Caught! Eric winced. He should have known he would get busted. Mr. Badner saw everything going on in his classroom. You did not get reputation for being the meanest English teacher in the school without good reason.
“Well? What’s your excuse this time?”
“I was...practicing my writing skills?” Eric said. The class tittered, and Eric smiled what he hoped was a confident, cool smile.
“I see. Well than how about you practice them with me after school, Mr. Cogin? And perhaps...” He glanced at the note again, “Mr. Ralstaphi will accompany you?”
Eric’s grin faded. He glanced at Jason, who had a stricken look on his face. “But Mr. Badner, I wasn’t the one throwing the note!”
“Then why is your name on it too, Mr. Ralstaphi?”
To this Jason had no answer.
“I thought so. Well than, boys, meet me in the library at three o’clock sharp, not a minute after.” Casually he tossed the note into the trash can beside his desk.
“Alright, back to the subject at hand. Now an improper thesis statement...”
Eric and Jason looked at each other across the room and groaned.