I click on the Ace of Spades and drag it across the screen. A few flashes move side to side over the monitor. I blink and look at Mickey, the computer screen was dark as charcoal.
"Was this always off?" I asked, scared of what I just did.
"What did you do to my computer?" Mickey's voice was frail and it sounded like he was both angry and depressed.
I looked at the screen of the PC, its desktop was pitch black, but the power button was a bright orange. "Looks as if it is sleeping..." I said hoping the PC would turn back on. Trying to touch different buttons, the computer flashed different colors. White, blue, orange, yellow, green, and red flashed over the screen. I got scared, and I didn't know what to do.
Mickey pulled me away, rolling the computer chair into the closet I was in before. "How does this help?" I said confused of what he was doing.
Mickey stopped and went over to his computer, now showing the Solitare game I was playing earlier.
He ended the game, closed the window, and went back onto the association's personal blog.
A blank page swipes the screen. It was black and red, showed the date Friday, May 5th, 1995 and my name was glowing on the screen. My full name!
"Mickey why is there a blog for me?" I asked confused and out of my mind. I was freaking out, my heart pounding away at its bass drum.
Mickey takes my hand and holds his over mine against the screen on the PC. A handprint shows on the screen. More red lights appear, then orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink...The lights start to get faster, repeating then adding, turquoise, chartreuse, magenta, and other colors; it was a light show.
The screen went black, red electricity zapped around the room, burning papers, made pencils and pens write into the air, spelling my name, and making a flame.
The computer flashed again, covered in flames. My info burned into the blog, writing a story about me. The blog turned different colors, changing different things. I didn't understand what was happening, but my hand was crispy, but I felt no pain. Mickey's hair was standing up on ends, while mine was still down like twigs.
He finally let go, the computer reloaded the page. A flash of white filled the room. Then, the computer reloaded again, and a sketch of my face was appearing as my profile pic. There was a flame design running across the screen and a symbol of a bird.
I knew the bird was a legendary bird, which is reborn after its last death and a start of a new era.
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Science FictionA girl who finds out that she isn't wanted anymore sets out on a journey to find where she needs to belong. Her name is Ignis, and seeing that her family and friends didn't like her, she joins with a group of other kids like her. There is something...
