I wanted to tell Cleo so bad, but I was afraid he would snitch on me, so I didn't say anything. But Cleo wasn't the type, so I thought about it again. But I went in alone. I remembered the game not working that well on the PBS Kids website, but I decided to check anyways. I scanned the page, but couldn't find anything. I went to the game section, but still nothing.
I went over to the TVO Kids website, because I remembered it was on there. I put in the link, and looked for Wild Kratts, but I didn't see it. Then I realized I was in the kindergarten section, so I headed over to the school age section. I looked around, and eventually, I found it. I looked through the games, but yet, I found nothing.
I went back to the PBS Kids website and I searched for the game, yet I still couldn't find it. I reported this issue to Cleo, and he said he hadn't played the games, and I acted like it wasn't really a big deal for me, but it was.
The loss of this game that I barely remembered made me feel so sad. I wanted to cry, but I knew that would be dumb, as I had just said that I didn't really care about it.
But truly, I felt sad. The loss of this game had pained me to a high degree. And truly, I felt...
Empty.
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Unexplainable Nostalgia
PoetrySo this is a story about me going to school and it feeling like a fever dream while also feeling nostalgic. Nothing else to say, really. (Oh yeah, this is a human au, so I'm human in this.)
