A Work of Fiction

The class was had just settled in, had taken out their folders, and were ready to have their homework checked when one of the students on a whim asked the teacher "Can you prove you aren't a work of fiction?"

"What?" Asked the teacher.

"It doesn't seem possible to prove we aren't just characters in a story. We don't think we are, but then neither do characters in stories. Our whole lives could just be part of the story"

"Well-"

"No actually I guess they probably wouldn't be. Stories usually only tell a brief part of a life. So most of the stuff we remember wouldn't have happened. This conversation might very well not be happening. One of us might just be remembering it. We'd have to remember thing that didn't happen, since we'd be created by an author after such events. We might just have fake memories and the illusion of chronology"

"You're sounding rather pretentious. Anyway, if you want to think you're a fictional character feel free to, but right now I need to check homework."

"Would it be so bad to be fictional? To know that your life might exist to be an emotionally resonate work of art? I think it might be comforting really. You might actually be more important than a real one. Somtimes the death of a fictional character has made more people sad than the death of a real one."

The teacher just sighed.

"I think I'll write a story about this conversation.", The student said.

"I don't think it would be that interesting."

"Well I could change it to make it more interesting of course. After all it would be a work of fiction."