Life Is Strange is the story of the 18-year-old photography student, Max Caulfield. It's her ability to rewind time is the core idea of the game, and there's a lot of interesting scenarios to describe. It's both include her relationship struggles and the other external adventures.
Here I am converting it into a fictional story, there's plenty of moments which words can't describe. So I will be narrating the story with a little bit differently. The plot and incidents will be the same. Some dialogues and some other small stuff will be changed to make it a better one to read. This will be a series, where each post comes as each chapter.
The header image is from here, and all other images are screenshots taken from the game.
The bell-ringing sound made the whole scenario a Little bit calmer for her, but again some doubts were flashing through her mind.
"Don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the Everyday Heroes Contest." It was teachers voice which pushed her back again from getting of ending string of thoughts. She looked around the class, everyone is packing up their stuff and trying to get out as fast they can. Their face seems like they have something else to do or somewhere else to go.
"Where should I go?"
That question raised in her mind. She spent a few more seconds to process all these in her brain and take another step. But when she came back from all these thoughts the classroom became almost empty. There is only the teacher and Victoria, the girl who sat next to her. They are both having a conversation about something.
Max tried to intrude and tried to talk about her photography artefacts, but she couldn't talk more words. He tried to deal her with the usual encouraging words of a teacher. She felt like it's better to leave the class. The next moment she stopped the conversation, he continued the conversation he was having with Victoria. Max walked towards the exit door.
"Welcome To The Real World"
That came out if her mind like some kind of secret mantra. Now she feels things are more real, caus now she could hear all the noise of the school. In the corridor, she could see the people and their meaningless chit chats. Which could easily tell her that all these are real? The real world is like this for her, full of nuisance and loud noises. Even when she doesn't like all these it could give her a confirmation that it's a reality.
Even when things were favourable, she couldn't stand-in middle of this not much more time. She needed some escape route, somewhere calm and quiet. Where she could spend some time alone, so she walked towards the restroom. It's a bit more comfortable place for her. The next minute she reached the door, she opened and entered inside.
Even she walked this far there is still a gloominess that's holding her back. Making her reality a worst one. She needed a refreshed feel to go forward, she is striving for that. She walked towards the tap and looked at her face on the mirror, her face is exactly as her mind. It clearly shows her gloominess. She looked at it for a few more seconds. She knew that it needs to go away. She opened the tap and splashed some water to her face. The water felt a little bit colder and made her eyes feel very dry. She could feel some uncomfortably.
She closed the eyes for a fee second and opened it. Still, there isn't that much change in that face. Suddenly her thoughts and attention got into some other thing, which was also hurting her mind for a few times. She took the photograph of her out of the bag and looked at it for a few seconds. She is trying to explain something for herself. But again it was not giving her a relaxation. It's again making her worse. She tore the photograph and threw it away.
Her mind was going fast enough to show her disabilities, to make her more upset. But all of sudden some small creature which was in front of the tube light on the left side got her attention. It's blue in colour, it's a butterfly. She looked at it keenly, she felt like she could even hear the sound of its wings flapping. She became that much observant. It's going towards the empty part of the restroom. She slowly followed it, a photographer mind.
It isn't just a photographers mind that made her follow that beauty, she felt someway it's connected to her life. She followed just because of her curiosity. It flew towards the empty part and it stopped on top of an iron bucket. That was something that pushed the photographer inside her, she took out the camera and a snap. She got it, she took the paper and waited for it to become visible. And the butterfly came out and flew back towards from where it came.
Everything was happening inside this silence, the only noise was the butterfly's wings. All of sudden another voice came over to annoy the beautiful moment. The door of the restroom opened, she could hear some footsteps moving towards her.
[story continues]