What It's Like To Be In Love

School

I fell asleep on my glowing keyboard, which my computer was off so nothing was typed to anything or ruined.

I looked up and saw a Monster energy drink sitting next to my PC, it was even full.

Opening the drink made a soft fizz, then it settled down after a few seconds. I took a small sip of it and shuddered, the coldness of the shudder going up and down my spine at once made it feel like soft lighting going through my back.

I stood up, walked to my bed, grabbed my phone, and proceeded to check what day it was. Sunday. Which was good cause I didn't feel like going to school today anyway.

No one was really active on the server anymore ever since Ella came into the picture, it's been sort of lonely without my homies.

I misclicked on iMovie instead of Minecraft in my computer, which opened over a hundred iMovies I made in 3rd and 4th grade.

Most of them were just videos of me screaming with weird filters and backgrounds on, but most were me playing this video game, another block game but it looked a lot different from Minecraft.

Watching almost all of the iMovies, I realized that I was mostly playing the same game over again: Roblox, it was called.

Opening a new tab onto my browser and exiting iMovie, I searched up "Roblox" into my search engine.

Over five million results popped up, but the official Roblox website was the first one, clicking it, it lead me to some homepage of the website.
I was still signed into the account I've had since 2013, which was over seven years ago now.

The last ten games I've played when I had my  account, were all taken down or unavailable to play.
But one was available to play, named "Skate Park for pros!"
I reinstalled it to my PC and clicked "Play" once it was done loading, it had lead me to the game, which I was the I only one there, I pressed a button labeled "Skateboard" and a skateboard popped up in front of me.

I clicked it and started riding it with the arrow keys on my computer, which was pretty easy since I've been playing this game for quite a while now.

The day I stopped playing and recording was the day my father left, the day I stopped a lot of things.

I had been playing for hours on end when my mom came in the room and handed me a plate of food, which wasn't much, but I didn't mind that, I could go without food for days.

Placing the food on my desk, my alarm went off for school and I realized that it was Monday now.

Sitting up from my desk, I turned off the alarm, which wasn't far from my small desk I bought a couple years ago. 

I ate my food,  combed my hair, and shut off my PC, leading me to have some time left to scroll through social media. 

I was on TikTok for about half an hour or so when it was time for me to catch the bus, which was pretty hard since the closest stop is  about a mile away from home.

Running downstairs, I slid my backpack onto my back, shoved on a coat, and ran outside, still running when I got to my stop.

The bus came a couple minutes early but I didn't mind that, as long as I catch the bus I'll be fine.

I sat on the back of the bus, like I usually do and fell asleep, only waking up about five minutes later to feel someone poking at me.

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