Instant Message : Chat name: 3 MARAUDERS aka AKITIKATH aka PIZZA HUT (common)
(Zoelle and Spencer are online)
Zoelle : u ok?
Spencer: Yeah, Y?
Zoelle : told ur Mom?
Spencer : about?
Zoelle : about wat happend 2day.
Spencer : uh...no. I dont think I will. my parents r already vry depressd about me. I dont want them 2 go through all that.
Zoelle : Nooooooooo, idiot. u need 2 take an action. u cant 4ever hide it just cuz u dont want to 'trouble' others!
(Iris Comes Online)
Iris : U R BLOODY CRAP U K THAT TELL UR MOM OR I LL!
Spencer : Shut up, both of u!
Zoelle: IKR, Iris, this grl wont. Lets msg her mom.
Iris :Good Idea!
Spencer: Shut up both of u!
Iris : wat was her numbr, again?
Zoelle : Wait, i hv it.
Spencer: STFU BOTH U! Fine. I ll tell my parents, ok?
Iris: Now u r talking sense.
Zoelle : Exactly.
(Spencer logs out.)
Zoelle: Oh, hey? I didn't notice u.
Iris: *facepalm*
"Seb?" I said, looking expectantly at my brother who, as usual, was trying to defeat the other team. He was pressing the buttons furiously, cussing under his breath every now and then.
"Seb, listen to me." He ignored me and continued to win over all the glory in the virtual battle.
"SEBASTIAN!" He finally tore his eyes away and sighed, signalling me to proceed with my shit.
"I want you to do something." He still didn't say anything, instead, just dropped his controller and shifted his body to face me straight.
"Check on Mom, tell me if she's in a good mood." Sebastian shrugged and asked, totally bored:
"Why so?"
"Just do as I say." He exhaled hard and dragged his body to the other room. There was a long pause, followed by Seb's voice. Soon another voice spoke, rich and feminine, full of warm affection and care, from the other side of the hall. Seb returned after a few minutes, posing a thumb's up, uninterestingly. He then fell on the bed, picking up the controller again, resuming his game and focusing on the digitalized figures running in the field.
I threw myself on the wheelchair, landing on my butt disgracefully. Moving the wheels by pushing them with my hands, I dragged myself towards my Mom's room. My heart started racing like a constipated athelete in the Olympics athelete run.
"Mom?"
"Uh-uh." She said, typing smoothly on her small pink laptop.
"I had to talk."
