The Face Under the Mask

Saved by a C

"But Mom! It's not fair! It's only one C, how can it be that big of a deal? I'm not failing or anything!" Marcy yelled out of frustration, though keeping her voice low enough not to anger her mother, who stood before her, holding her phone.

"Marciline Leaane, you will stop arguing with me this moment, before I take it away for longer!" Yelled her mother, placing the phone in her back pocket and resting her hands on her hips. Marcy sat on her bed and huffed, giving the sixteen-year-old an air of a frustrated child. Her mother shook her head and began walking away, only to turn around suddenly and speak again. "Oh, and if don't get the C fixed in a reasonable time span, your computer will be taken, and you can only use the desktop for homework. Got it?" The girl nodded grudgingly, and the mother walked from the room mostly satisfied.

As soon as the mother was out of earshot, Marcy muttered a few curse words at her mother, then got up to turn on some music on her computer, soon booting up Skype.

"Yeah, so I guess now you'll just have to wait to talk until I get on the computer after practice," said Marcy, the computer screen now showing the animated faces of her boyfriend, Liam, and her best friend, Amber, split with a blue line, and a tiny box in the center overlapping the two video feeds of Marcy's aggravated expression.

"Uuuugh," Amber groaned, "how are we going to talk during class now?" Marcy shrugged.

"I thought you had a spare pay-as-you-go?" asked Liam, him leaning his chin on his hands with his bushy, blond eyebrows furrowed.

"I dropped it in water trying to hide it last time I got my phone taken, remember?" Liam leaned back, giving an audible acknowledgement of realization. Amber giggled.

"That time you got it taken because you were sexting Nuggets." Amber laughed at her reccolation, Making both Marcy and Liam blush.

"Well maybe I can get you another..?" inquired Liam, trying to revert the subject to its origin.

"No, no, no, don't do that. You have a computer you're saving up for. I mean, all I need this time is just to raise my grade up and-- Amber, what on earth are you doing?" A strange thumping and static had started to sound from Marcy's computer, and Amber's image was shaking. Her face was pulled into a tight look of concentration, and she muttered a small "one sec," keeping the other two in suspense.

"I just got a new high score on Absorbed!" Amber shrieked, one hand letting go of her phone to be lifted into the air happily. Marcy and Liam laughed at her, both knowing the odd game.

"I uninstalled that stupid game," said Liam. "It gives me this weird headache and makes me nauseous." His face contorted at the memory of the feeling, and Amber shrugged.

"It doesn't do anything to me, but you shouldn't play a game that does that. Though I don't understand how that works. Is there like, some sort of biological science behind it?" Marcy laughed.

"I'm not sure that has anything to do with that, Amber. Shouldn't try and act smarter than you are, Ambie." Amber stuck out her tongue toward the camera. Some one called her name in the background, and she shouted an acknowledgement to the person calling, made a small goodbye to the other two, and ended the call on her end, leaving the couple to talk alone.

"I don't know why that game is so popular. Hell, the name doesn't even fit the game." Liam had adjusted so that his chin sat in The palm of his hand. Wow, he is so cute when he does that... Marcy thought.
"Well, who knows, maybe the name is just the irony people need to play it." Marcy inquired, obviously not caring as much as her boyfriend, who seemed completely enthralled in the thought. He shrugged, and the air of curiosity and worry lifted from him, his head lifting from his hand.

"So how long do you have to talk?"

"A while."

***the next day***
"Marcy! Marciline! Wake up!" Screamed her Mom as she shook the small frame of her daughter, who had woken up already. "Amber is missing!" sobbed the middle aged, yet beautiful, woman. "She was in her room one minute then gone! Elena is sitting in your living room just... just... " the woman collapsed on the floor, tears streaming over her cheeks as her body shops with heavy sobs. Marcy sat on her bed, speechless of the news of her best friend. "All that was left was her phone on the floor with "GAME OVER" I.. it's like.. some sort of stupid mystery novel"

CLIFF HANGER!! Haha thinking about making this into a full story. Please comment your opinion!