Possible Stories

Gamer Girl

"Hold on! I'm on my way!" said a sixteen-year-old girl as she made her character sprint towards her friends.

She spammed X, missile launcher in the arms of her character. She spotted the jet another player was flying high in the sky. The player and his friends had cornered her friends and were easily overpowering them.

"I'm out of ammo!" complained a man.

"Kira, now would be a good time," said another girl worriedly.

"Fuck! Tanks!" shouted the only teenage boy.

Kira stopped and aimed her launcher. She pointed it just ahead of the jet after doing some guesswork of its direction and fired. She held her breath as she watched the smoke trail.

"Hit it. Hit it. Hit it!" came the voice of her dad.

Boom!

They cheered as the jet was taken down.

"Focus on the tanks! Mike, Insurgent. Dad, tank. Babe, Hydra. Max, go get ammo. Sarah, follow him and guard him. Tom and Anna, sniper positions. Get somewhere you can dodge fire while shooting. Alex and I will try and lure some of them away," Kira instructed as she stole a car.

After about an hour of war between them, the attacking players left, unable to take them out now that Kira had joined.

The friends joked about the players as they fled. They agreed to do a video chat the next day when it was time for them to get off. Each had work or school in the morning. Kira yawned as she logged off of her PlayStation. She was exhausted from the long day. She got ready for bed.

She went to the bathroom and turned in the shower as she turned on her phone to check the time. It was midnight. She had to get up early to make it to school. She groaned before going back to her room to gather up her pjs. She returned to the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the walk-in shower.

The hot water hit her light tan skin and she smiled. She loved showers. Her mind wandered. She had an essay due in her creative writing class on Friday. The prompt was for anything they enjoyed.

She planned to write about gaming. She had a passion for it and her parents encouraged it. They, too, played video games. She loved that they didn't judge her for being a gamer. She knew she was one of the lucky kids.

(If I do make this a book, the prologue would be polished and better written....)