“How was school today, darling?” My mum said as I slipped into the passenger seat of her 2005 Honda Civic, which could’ve been mistaken for a piece of scrap metal.
“Yeah, it was alright. What’s for dinner?” I asked whilst plugging my wired headphones into the port of my brand-new iPhone 6 and shoved the earbuds into my ears.
“Popped something in the slow cooker this morning, love; it’ll be ready around six o’clock.”
The engine roared into life after three tries, and we set off down the road en route to our council estate.
“Are you for real?” I huffed and rolled my eyes before pressing play on Pierce the Veil’s ‘Yeah Boy and Doll Face’, letting the screams and screeches of the guitars fill my ears.
Once we arrived home, I tugged the wires of my headphones and pushed open the door with a bit of force and slammed it shut behind me. I made my way to the door and waited at the entrance for my mother to unlock the door for me. Hurriedly, I stepped over the threshold of my rundown home and kicked off my school shoes – that were supposedly my size; however, my feet said otherwise.
Whilst already halfway up the stairs, my voice crept down the stairs, reminding me that “I’m going to play Sims with my friends, Mum.”
“Alright, honey, be safe though! Strangers aren’t always who they say they are. She mentioned this while padding through to the kitchen.
Ignoring her, I made my way to my room. The door was already open, probably from Sam (my cat) creeping in while I was at school and making bedding out of my clothes strewn across the floor. My bottom plopped onto my gaming chair, which I’d bought with £50 from my birthday – well spent and I rushed to turn on my silver Xbox 360.
I’d waited around forty minutes, with my Sims character waddling around the house that I’d built for them aimlessly. With it being 5:30, I’d only have half an hour left to play with my friends, but they weren’t online yet.
Growing impatient, I went downstairs for a drink, but I didn’t stay for long since I was too eager to get back in the game.
With a Pepsi can in hand, I ran back upstairs with my school skirt swishing around my legs, my eyes set on my bedroom door. My Pepsi can be slammed down on my multipurpose desk, and I did the same on my chair. My eyes skimmed over my screen, looking for the chats between me and my friend.
Then I saw that they’d unfriended me.
‘’Are you for real? ’’I screamed.