nintendon't 69

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  High school is a place of opportunities. Most girls want the opportunity to get a boyfriend, go to parties, make new friends, become popular, etc. Some would say that I'm just a hunk of plastic from the 1990's, but I'm just like every other girl. I want these opportunities, and I got them. Though, the outcome wasn't what I expected.

  Wednesday. I was greeted by the morning sun as I awoke on an early, September day. My alarm rang loudly in the room, disturbing any peace that accompanied me during my dreamless slumber. I roll out of bed and sluggishly make my way over to the mirror to get ready for my first day of high school.

  This is the time I get to decide what my first impression will be.
  Will I be popular? A loser? Maybe I can get through this being invisible, as I always feel.

  I look into the mirror and see a human-sized Nintendo 64 staring back at me. I don't remember always looking like this, but at the same time, I don't remember not looking like this. However, that's the least of my concerns at this moment; I need to prepare for the big day.

  I peel the sleepy emoji sticker off of my controls and replace them with the cool sunglasses guy emoji sticker. I click in an anime cartridge to show my personality. I have never watched anime. To complete the look, I pull my uncle's cargo denim jean shorts over my wires and I'm ready to go. There's mustard stains on them and more pockets than anybody could count on both hands.
  God, I look hot. I'd fuck me. No one else would.

  I look over at the digital clock sitting on my nightstand. It's time for breakfast. I grab my book bag and make my way for the door. As I walk out of the bedroom, I blow a kiss to my life-sized Ed Sheeran body-pillow (drawn by, yours truly).

Downstairs at the dining table, my mom serves me a plate of eggs and bacon. I hurriedly shovel the food into my mouth.

"Excited for your first day of high school?" she asks politely. My mother smiles down at me, her blonde locks framing her completely normal, human face.

It's our first year living in this town, we had recently moved due to a horrible tragedy. Last year, my father was killed at his job as a bank-teller. Apparently the bank he worked at was robbed by a robber and the robber that robbed the bank that my dad worked in as a bank teller killed my dad when he robbed him at the bank.
Wanting to have a fresh start, me and my mom moved out here in the town of Town-City. Nothing's been the same since, she hasn't even talked about Dad once. Sometimes I feel like she lied to me about what happened.

"No, I'm not excited." I complain with a full mouth, "I'm so weird. Nobody's going to like me."

"Of course they'll like you. You're a normal little girl just like everybody else."

I shrug as I glance out the window. A long, yellow school bus sits outside. "How long has the bus been here, Mom?"

  "It's been waiting for about 15 minutes."

Quickly, I slip my book bag on and rush towards the front door. "See ya', Mom." I say as I walk out the house

After striding down my house's short walkway and making my way up the bus stairs, I feel the anxiety in my belly start to rise. I look down the isle and to my luck, there's no empty seats.

"Sit down." the driver says gruffly.

Cautiously walking down the isle, I desperately look for a seat. Before I knew it, the bus jerked and began driving, knocking me to the ground.
A wave of embarrassment hits me and I almost immediately start to cry as a clatter of laughter fills the bus. I hide my face with my controllers as I sit on the ground.