As usual, I was playing “Real Life” and listening to music. Being a girl means I suck at video games, but on this online game, I can be a male character, whom I’ve named Zed. He’s prince-like. He’s gruesome when he fights, but he fights nobly, and when he is asked for help, he gives it freely. But when he comes across a foe, he asks them “Do you really feel like dying today?” and then he swiftly kills the character.
My real name is Cameron Zedekiah, I like to be called Zed, just because I think it sounds cool. My older brother is named after our dead grandfather, Alec Zedekiah. He’s always being praised about how wonderful he is. He’s got straight A’s effortlessly, perfect athletically, great health, and an amazing singer. Me on the other hand, I’ve been beaten with whiplashing thoughts from my parents about how useless I am to them.
I’m a bad academic, I’m not really athletic, but my body’s great, my healths great but I always fake sick to get out of school, and my father and mother think being good at drawing isn’t going to get me anywhere in my life. So they just think the only think I am useful for is cooking dinner and cleaning the house. I try my best to please them, but they hate my guts. The only person who listens to me is Alec. But he’s barely got any time for me lately. The only place where I was brave enough to speak for myself was in ‘Real Life’, and that’s because it’s all fake.
“Cammie, get down here and cook some dinner for us!” my screaming father demanded.
“Yessir!” I replied in two loud syllables.
“Now!” My mother yelled after my reply.
I ran to my door and slammed it open; I ran to the stairs and sat on the railing and slide down easily fast. I jumped off the end and propped up on my feet. I then ran quickly to the kitchen where I prepared the borscht with potatoes. Alec was at a meeting with a rich college for a scholarship. Otherwise he’d be helping.
When I put the pot on the stove I cut a few slices of the Italian bread and sprinkled fresh cheese and added garlic to it. I placed it in the oven and set the temperature. I set the table formally, and put the glasses in their place about the napkins. The timer went off just when I finished. I grabbed the closest oven mitt and took the cheesy garlic bread out, and placed some on everyone’s bread plates. I then looked at the borscht and took a small sip with a spoon, it was ready. I grabbed the pot and poured some into a bowl in everyone’s area.
“Dinners ready!” I yelled as I placed the pot back onto the stove.
“’Bout damn time!” my father yelled as he walked in.
“Well put,” my mother added.
“Its borscht tonight, I added some garlic bread to give today’s dinner some more flavor.” I said staring at the floor.
“Like it matters,” My mother said, “Your food is terrible anyways.”
“I would like to eat up stairs again, if that’s alright with you Mother, father.” I said with my hands behind my back and still staring at the floor.
“Who’s going to do the dishes?” my father asked scoffing at the beginning and end of his question.
“I will get them when I have finished my dinner,” I replied.
“Fine, but if you forget to do the dishes, you’ll get what you deserve tomorrow.” My mother snarled at me, squinting her face so she looked even more evil that usually.
“Thank you.” And with that I grabbed my bread, my soup and my spoon, and headed to my room.
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I was Sucked into my Game, Literally
FantastikThis is a story about a girl, Cameron Zedekiah, who tries to live another life in a game, but instead of being female, she wants to be a strong male. After her Mother and Father ask for her to quit playing her game and come make dinner, she never re...
