July 16th
Dear Diary,
Ma pounded on my door and waltzed in, announcing that I had until six tonight to say that dreaded word to my friends. I was still in a drowsy daze, my brain clinging onto a bead of consciousness when I peeked through my heavy eyelids to glimpse at my alarm clock.
"Its six in the morning, Ma!" I huffed, pulling the covers over my head.
"All the better!" she thundered, tugging the covers off me. "C'mon, your friends are already here. Even that cute older boy's here."
I had snoozed off for a moment but popped my eyes wide open when I barely listened to the last sentence, even the 'cute older boy' comment. I sprung out of bed and stumbled a few times trying to slip on my jeans, but I didn't worry about harming myself or being heard from downstairs. That was the least from my mind.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Elise pealed as I descended from the staircase. "What kind of friend are you?"
Apparently a bad one at the moment.
"A good one for not breakin' the news to ya." I remarked.
"C'mon, stop sassin' around. We have to go to your fav arcade," Autumn piped.
"Wait...Jaxson Arcade? The expensive arcade with the realistic stuff and not the cheesy, wimpy shit?" I beamed.
"No swearing, Elizabeth. And yes, your favorite arcade--Jaxson Arcade. I bought the whole place out just for you four." Ma grinned, the kind of smile that you know you've done something spectacularly splendid on.
I embraced Ma, thrilled like a normal, bubbly girl. Its not everyday, every week, or every holiday your Ma buys a place out for you; especially an arcade with equipment that makes you feel like you're actually in the virtual game.
Your Friend,
Elizabeth "Raven" Jameson
