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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be normal. What’s happening to me?
“Hey, Honey. How was school?” My mom asked with a smile as I walked through the door.
“Good, I guess. Nothing new,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. She frowned.
“You didn’t learn anything new?” She prompted. I shrugged again.
“Nope. Guess not,” She huffed and walked up the stairs. I readjusted my bag, hanging from my shoulder. My phone buzzed from my pocket. It was Ray. Ray was my best friend. He had been since we knocked into each other at recess, first grade.
do u want 2 com over?? U can bring mikey if u want
I walked into the kitchen where my younger brother, Mikey was sitting.
“Hey, Mikes,” I said still clutching the strap to my bag. He looked over at me, taking a bite of an apple.
“What,” He said, mouth still full of apple.
“I’m going to Ray’s.” I opened a few cupboards looking for anything edible. “Wanna come with?” He nodded, wiping juice off his chin. I walked to the front door, Mikey trailing behind.
When we got to Ray’s his front door was wide open, due to the fact that it was a nice day and it was a fairly safe neighborhood for New Jersey.
“Knock, knock.” I said rapping my fist on the door, then taking a few steps in. Ray’s mother greeted me with a big smile and a hug, the same for Mikey.
“Oh! Hello boys! Rays upstairs in his room.” She stated. Her deep brown eyes twinkled with kindness. Ray looked identical to his mother. Same eyes, same big curly, brown hair. If she were younger, she could be his sister.
Mikey and I walked up the stairs to the door on the left. Ray’s room. I opened the door a crack, peeking my head through. When I saw him, he was perched over his computer with his headphones perfectly atop his afro. I turned to Mikey with my finger over my lips, signaling him to be quiet. A grin approached his face as he nodded, giving me permission to sneak up on Ray. I opened the door wide enough to just get through and silently walked up to him, putting my hands around his throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” He shouted, clutching his chest.
“RAYMOND!” His mom called from downstairs, regarding his language.
“Sorry, Ma!” He called back. Mikey shut the door behind us and we plopped onto his bed. “You scared the shit out of me!” He said, pausing his game. I chuckled at his misfortune.
“You guys gotta check this website out.” He said pointing to his computer.
“What? Your stupid Dragon game?” I asked. Ray had always loved video games. He knew everything there was to know about them. Heard a line in a game? Ray would know which game, which part it was said at, and which character had said it. Then he would laugh at you for not knowing that already.
“No!” He scoffed. “No this,” He minimized the game and a chat site showed below it.
“What is it?” Mikey piped up from behind me.
“It’s a chat site,” Ray said rolling his eyes. “Duh,” He typed something into a box and the screen changed “You just type the things you like and you can make or find chat rooms about the thing. Watch,” He typed something into the box again and more boxes appeared on the screen.
“Guitar,” I murmured. Chat rooms lined up on the screen. Guitar Players, Guitars, Cool Guitars, Vintage Guitars, Only Cool Guys Play The Guitar: GUITAR PLAYERS ONLY!!!!! Ray clicked on the one labeled Guitars.
terryg is now online
guitardude90 is now online
KFN0425 is now online
Rayman27 is now online
“Rayman27” I laughed.
‘It’s my screen name! Shut up!” He threw a nearby pillow at my face. “Anyways, this is one of the best sites ever!” He returned his attention toward the screen in front of his face.
“What, do you use it to meet “hot babes”?” Mikey said, making quote marks in the air with his fingers.
“Ha ha ha” Ray said mockingly, rolling his eyes. He pushed himself away from his desk in his rolling chair. “You guys wanna play some videogames?” He asked. Mikey and I agreed and we left to the T.V. room.
We all played video games until about 8:00 when mom texted Mikey telling us we had to come home. When I got home, I knew there was homework I had to do. I dragged my bag upstairs with me and got out my History work.
“Ugh what is that law again?” I asked myself. I strained to think while my eyes wandered about the room. Suddenly they landed on my laptop. Duh, I would just look it up. I got off my bed and walked over to the laptop on my desk. My brain moved to the chat site that Ray showed us. “A little procrastinating never hurt anyone.” I told myself as an excuse to visit the website. I made an account and chose a screen name. Gwhiz138. After making my account, I thought about what I should search. I looked around my room for a clue, when my sketchbook came to mind
“Art” I said to myself as I typed. Surprisingly, very little results came up. There were only five boxes. Art, Art 2, Drawing, iloveart<3, and Making Art. I clicked on the one labeled Art and waited for someone to get on with me. I probably sat there for about five minuets before realizing that the website was a bunch of shit. I was about to close it, when a name popped up.
frnkxoxo is now online
My eyes widened a bit as excitement grew in my head.
you there??
I stop myself for a second before replying
Yeah what’s up?
not much. so you like art?
Yeah. I draw a lot. What about you?
art is my favorite thing to do. i paint and draw
Awesome! What kind of things do you draw/paint about? I was actually having fun talking to this guy.
usually just whatever comes to mind. right now im drawing a flower with petals that turn into knives. its kinda cool so far
I talked to this guy for what was probably two hours. What went from art, turned into music witch turned into nothing particular. We actually had a lot in common. We liked the same style of art, the same bands.
I just realized, I still don’t know your name. I typed.
it’s frank. what’s yours?
Gerard.
“Hey, Honey. How was school?” My mom asked with a smile as I walked through the door.
“Good, I guess. Nothing new,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. She frowned.
“You didn’t learn anything new?” She prompted. I shrugged again.
“Nope. Guess not,” She huffed and walked up the stairs. I readjusted my bag, hanging from my shoulder. My phone buzzed from my pocket. It was Ray. Ray was my best friend. He had been since we knocked into each other at recess, first grade.
do u want 2 com over?? U can bring mikey if u want
I walked into the kitchen where my younger brother, Mikey was sitting.
“Hey, Mikes,” I said still clutching the strap to my bag. He looked over at me, taking a bite of an apple.
“What,” He said, mouth still full of apple.
“I’m going to Ray’s.” I opened a few cupboards looking for anything edible. “Wanna come with?” He nodded, wiping juice off his chin. I walked to the front door, Mikey trailing behind.
When we got to Ray’s his front door was wide open, due to the fact that it was a nice day and it was a fairly safe neighborhood for New Jersey.
“Knock, knock.” I said rapping my fist on the door, then taking a few steps in. Ray’s mother greeted me with a big smile and a hug, the same for Mikey.
“Oh! Hello boys! Rays upstairs in his room.” She stated. Her deep brown eyes twinkled with kindness. Ray looked identical to his mother. Same eyes, same big curly, brown hair. If she were younger, she could be his sister.
Mikey and I walked up the stairs to the door on the left. Ray’s room. I opened the door a crack, peeking my head through. When I saw him, he was perched over his computer with his headphones perfectly atop his afro. I turned to Mikey with my finger over my lips, signaling him to be quiet. A grin approached his face as he nodded, giving me permission to sneak up on Ray. I opened the door wide enough to just get through and silently walked up to him, putting my hands around his throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” He shouted, clutching his chest.
“RAYMOND!” His mom called from downstairs, regarding his language.
“Sorry, Ma!” He called back. Mikey shut the door behind us and we plopped onto his bed. “You scared the shit out of me!” He said, pausing his game. I chuckled at his misfortune.
“You guys gotta check this website out.” He said pointing to his computer.
“What? Your stupid Dragon game?” I asked. Ray had always loved video games. He knew everything there was to know about them. Heard a line in a game? Ray would know which game, which part it was said at, and which character had said it. Then he would laugh at you for not knowing that already.
“No!” He scoffed. “No this,” He minimized the game and a chat site showed below it.
“What is it?” Mikey piped up from behind me.
“It’s a chat site,” Ray said rolling his eyes. “Duh,” He typed something into a box and the screen changed “You just type the things you like and you can make or find chat rooms about the thing. Watch,” He typed something into the box again and more boxes appeared on the screen.
“Guitar,” I murmured. Chat rooms lined up on the screen. Guitar Players, Guitars, Cool Guitars, Vintage Guitars, Only Cool Guys Play The Guitar: GUITAR PLAYERS ONLY!!!!! Ray clicked on the one labeled Guitars.
terryg is now online
guitardude90 is now online
KFN0425 is now online
Rayman27 is now online
“Rayman27” I laughed.
‘It’s my screen name! Shut up!” He threw a nearby pillow at my face. “Anyways, this is one of the best sites ever!” He returned his attention toward the screen in front of his face.
“What, do you use it to meet “hot babes”?” Mikey said, making quote marks in the air with his fingers.
“Ha ha ha” Ray said mockingly, rolling his eyes. He pushed himself away from his desk in his rolling chair. “You guys wanna play some videogames?” He asked. Mikey and I agreed and we left to the T.V. room.
We all played video games until about 8:00 when mom texted Mikey telling us we had to come home. When I got home, I knew there was homework I had to do. I dragged my bag upstairs with me and got out my History work.
“Ugh what is that law again?” I asked myself. I strained to think while my eyes wandered about the room. Suddenly they landed on my laptop. Duh, I would just look it up. I got off my bed and walked over to the laptop on my desk. My brain moved to the chat site that Ray showed us. “A little procrastinating never hurt anyone.” I told myself as an excuse to visit the website. I made an account and chose a screen name. Gwhiz138. After making my account, I thought about what I should search. I looked around my room for a clue, when my sketchbook came to mind
“Art” I said to myself as I typed. Surprisingly, very little results came up. There were only five boxes. Art, Art 2, Drawing, iloveart<3, and Making Art. I clicked on the one labeled Art and waited for someone to get on with me. I probably sat there for about five minuets before realizing that the website was a bunch of shit. I was about to close it, when a name popped up.
frnkxoxo is now online
My eyes widened a bit as excitement grew in my head.
you there??
I stop myself for a second before replying
Yeah what’s up?
not much. so you like art?
Yeah. I draw a lot. What about you?
art is my favorite thing to do. i paint and draw
Awesome! What kind of things do you draw/paint about? I was actually having fun talking to this guy.
usually just whatever comes to mind. right now im drawing a flower with petals that turn into knives. its kinda cool so far
I talked to this guy for what was probably two hours. What went from art, turned into music witch turned into nothing particular. We actually had a lot in common. We liked the same style of art, the same bands.
I just realized, I still don’t know your name. I typed.
it’s frank. what’s yours?
Gerard.
Notes
Hey guys! This is my second story I'm writing on here. I know it's kinda slow right now, but It's just getting it started up! c:
This time I want to get to know the readers of this story, so what is your favorite band besides MCR?
!Onxy!
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2/23/15