Chat Mates

Chapter Four

I AM ADDICTED.

No, I'm not addicted to cocaine. I'm addicted to this site. I've been on in it for the past week and a half chatting random people and I just. can't. seem. to. stop. What is wrong with me? I don't know but there's just this weird rush of adrenaline when I'm chatting with new people. Like I'm trying to unwrap a gift and see what Santa Claus gave me for Christmas.

The only down side to this are the pedophiles and the catfishes and the thirsty freaks who are trying to get me to send them nudes. What the fuck? Nope, no nudes. Sorry boys. You ain't getting a piece of this.

I've made quite a lot of friends surprisingly but most of them are guys hitting on me and desperately trying everything to get my Skype or my Kik. I only give those to people who are actually decent and fun enough to be on my level though. I've only given my Kik to three people so far and my Skype ID to one, which is Juanca. We've been chatting non-stop and even though he's not THAT handsome, I find him attractive. But maybe it's because of his braces. Did I mention that he has braces? Because having braces is totally a turn on for me.

I'm lucky it's Christmas break or else I wouldn't have all this time wasted on a silly dating site that is actually quite entertaining. The girls have been constantly checking up on me to see if I had some interesting gossip to tell them. Not that I have any. I mean, if I had some gossip I think I would just text them right on and be like "OMFG JSMDBI GUYS HOLY COW YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED SHIIITV AHSB"

Yep. I'd probably text them that.
But no, there's nothing interesting to tell them yet and there's probably never going to be one.

I can't feel my butt anymore from sitting here the whole day and I think I'd have a butt cramp soon if I don't get up and move my ass out of here for a while. Hmm... maybe I should go get some food downstairs. Too lazy for that though.

I'm a sloth, I know. Sorry not sorry.

"Mina would please come down here and help me clean the house! It's a mess!" UGH. Mom. So much for me being too lazy to go down. Well I'd better get down there before I get a lecture from her.

"You can sweep the floor while I arrange things as they should be. You've got your things all over the place! God, would you look at this" she said while holding what seems to be like my bra, "you have no shame. Bring this up later and put it in the laundry basket." And so I swept the entire house nice and clean and by the time I was finished, I was covered in sweat and hungry for dinner.

I went up to take a shower and refresh myself and went down again just in time for the food to be served. Thank you Lord Jesus. I am starving.

It seems like we're having grilled pork for dinner. Yum. I got the plates and utensils and set them up on the table, got two glasses of water for my mom and I and soon we were digging the glorious meal that we both deserved after a long day. Sure is fun cleaning the house. Not.

Mom volunteered to wash the dishes (which was fine by me) so I went up and hopped in bed. School starts on Monday, which is two days from now and I am so not ready to wake up early again. Better cherish this moment and get some good night's sleep.

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Holy frick frack what is that? Make it stop. God, would you make it stop?!

I let my hand feel the bed in search for my phone which is blaring an annoying alarm as of the moment. School resumes today and I hate it. I don't want to go but I have to. WHY. SOMEBODY TELL ME WHY. My hand finally grabs ahold of my phone and I have to squint to see the screen which is too bright for my eyes at this time. I quickly went to wash my face and brush my teeth, put some clothes and put my hair in a bun before running down to eat something before I head out to hell. Well at least I get to have my allowance back. That's the only up side when there are classes.

As soon as I got to hell, Kv immediately greeted me "Good morning" which I grunted to in response. What's so good about the morning anyways? Not long after, Monica joined us and we headed to our classroom. I'm surprised I'm not late as I always am, but that's good considering that I've been given a warning for my tardiness two times already. The second bell rang and I dozed off to wonderland just as Mr. Gerard began to talk about Mesopotamia.