The Meme Chronicles 2018

Chapter 1

  Another day back from school. Another day closer to his GCSEs. Another pile of pressure from his teachers, who want the best for him but have a funny way of showing it. 

  "Hi Mum", he replied as he slumps his school bag in the hall way. He'll get to homework later, he had a whole weekend after all. He climbed up the red stairs and laboured his way across the hall to his beloved bedroom. As was his ritual to lie for quite some time on his mattress, still messy from this morning. Flashbacks from the day quite rudely interrupted his 'feeling sorry for him self' session, and, of course, made him feel worse. Ladies and gentlemen, your typical teenager. 

  A ping from his phone caught his attention. A friend of his tagged him in a post. Ah Finally! An entertaining break from his nothing he was doing. He unlocked his phone to see what meme awaited him. Full of anticipation, he tapped the notification, summoning it to life. His smile was in vain... For what his 'Friend' had sent him was nothing but...

DO YOU KNOW DA WEI BRODA?

*Ugandan Knuckles*

TO OUR QUEEN?

  A single tear rolled down his cheek. Literally a YEAR AGO this meme took over, now a rotting corpse in the ground. He could cry. Right now. He wasn't even going to entertain replying to such betrayal of meme trust. What was even worse, was this friend made a Meme account. Anger of a thousand crusades built up inside of him... Until a little lightbulb turned on over his head. It was his mum walking in.

  "You shouldn't be on your phone in the dark! It's bad for your eyes, Clarence", His worried mum worriedly stated.

"Sorry mum", was singlehandedly the most generic reply possible. Anyway, back to his own lightbulb. A test of friendship, he thought, would prove if this crime was ironic. He sent a 'I can't see this meme for it is hidden' meme and hoped that he wouldn't screenshot it and send it again. If he did he would literally end all life. Apart from his mum.

  The 'seen' message appeared. The 'Typing' Message appeared. The 'Typing' message disappeared. He got bored. 

  Like a few minuets later (He got bored of the other nothing he was doing) he checked his phone. Need I tell you of the devilish deed that deemed the dear friends destiny? 'Blocked' is all I have to say. 

  Later that night, he woke up in a sweat, unsure of his surrounding. A quick glance around proved that he was still indeed in his bed. Or was he? Another panicked look proved the first theory. Usually, he would just go straight back to sleep, but outside his window, there was a faint clucking. The ghostly echo made Clarence sit bolt up. He wanted desperately to close the blinds, but he was (As every other book with a tense scene will tell you) frozen. He looked closer, to see two beady eyes stare back at him. 

  He felt lost, as if he didn't know DA WEI.