[ WP ] Write the same story multiple times , but with different writing styles .

*Just a small disclaimer: This is the first time I try this, so please tell me if I've misunderstood something. Also English is n't my first language so sorry in advance for any mistake. This is the first iteration of the story, the other styles are below. * 
 
 As I pulled out of the parking lot outside the office I was in a terrible mood. This day couldn ’ t have gone worse. Firing Ms Pecca had been a nightmare. I could still hear her pitiful sobbing echoing in my ears. “ Please, my husband is sick! ” Well, you shouldn ’ t have been stealing then, should you? Should have waited for your paycheck instead. She should be glad I didn ’ t call the cops on her, that stupid old hag. The wailing made people stop in the corridor outside and I could see their contempt for me in the faces all day. And then the terrible board meeting. And then the stupid elevator not working, which might be a smaller annoyance if I wasn ’ t a smoker or didn ’ t work on the seventh god damn floor. And then, just as I was finally leaving, I dropped the mug. The Batman mug. Right on the stone floor. Damn. 
 
 I blame those distractions, and the weather, for not seeing him in time. Luckily, I hadn ’ t picked up any speed yet. He must ’ ve been crossing the street in the very last moment at that light, ‘ cause I swear the light was green, or at least yellow, but I still hit him. Or rather, I hit his bag. He was a small guy and he was hauling one of those stupid bags on wheels that you always see women with at airports. Anyway, he jumped aside in the last moment but the bag kinda made a run for it. Straight into the intersection, of course, and before I even saw what happened the contents where spread all over the place. Seemed to be mostly clothes and such. 
 
 So the guy landed on the sidewalk next to the car and as I ’ m clutching the wheel, my foot still hard on the brakes, heart pounding, he gets to his feet and comes over to the passenger side. Before I had time to put myself together and lock the doors he opened the door and leaned in. He must have seen the panic in my eyes, because he smiled reassuringly. I thought he was gon na kill me. Or steal the car. Or at least insist we call the police. 
 
 Instead he sat down, closed the door and fastened the seatbelt. I just stared at him, open-mouthed. What was this total stranger doing in my car? He seemed to be admiring the interior and made an appreciative sound when he saw the stereo. After what felt like an hour he turned to me. 
 
 “ So, are you gon na drive or what? ” he said. 
 
 “ Sorry? ” I replied, dumbstruck. 
 
 “ I said, are you gon na drive or not? ” he repeated, louder this time. 
 
 “ Ehm… I… I don ’ t… ” I mumbled, not finding any words applicable for the situation. 
 
 “ Just drive, man! We can ’ t sit here all day! ” he said, almost shouting this time. 
 
 A car somewhere behind me honked and I realized the light was green again. Slowly, I let go of the brakes and started off towards the freeway. The dude seemed normal enough to me. No weird smell, just a regular jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. He kept quiet for a few minutes, but as we neared the freeway he started speaking again. 
 
 “ Turn right up ahead. ” 
 
 “ What? ” I said. 
 
 “ Take a right, I said. Go north. ” 
 
 “ OK, dude, I don ’ t know who you are and I don ’ t know why you ’ re in my car. I ’ m really and truly sorry that I hit you and I ’ ll gladly pay for whatever was in the bag, but right now I ’ m going home and that sure as hell ain ’ t north of here. I ’ ll let you of right here if you want to but there ’ s no way I ’ m taking you on some stupid road trip! ” I shouted, my voice cracking. 
 
 “ Why not? ” he answered. 
 
 “ What do you mean why not? ” 
 
 “ I was just asking why not. I mean, you obviously hate your life and have a shitty job. I bet you drink too much and secretly despise your friends. Fuck, I bet you despise yourself too. You never wanted to end up this way, yada yada. So don ’ t. Just leave. What have you got to lose? I know I sure have no reasons to stay. Fact of the matter is, I was just kicked out of my girlfriends, so I ’ d quite fancy a change of scenery myself. ” 
 
 For some reason his words actually struck home. I mean, to be honest, he sounded like one of those motivational posters you see of Facebook, but at the same time, it was true. My life sucked. And so, I turned right. 
 
 And that is the full story of how me and Mark met. We ’ ve done some crazy shit together, him and I, but I ’ ve always loved telling the story of how we met the most. I am grateful for the years we got together and for all the adventures. Hopefully I ’ ll get to meet him again one day and share some more. 

