Chapter 1 - A new friend

I yawn as I open the door to my house and go inside, not bothering to say anything. If my parents care, they'll check to see if it's me. If they don't, well, it's not my fault if some serial killer enters our house and my parents think it's me and we all die. Then the killer dissapears and we end up on the TV as 'The unnatentive parents who let a serial killer in their house'. Nice story, right?

I stop my mind from going further. That's just the way I usually think. I don't really care about anything. I mean, the world could end tomorrow and I wouldn't give a damn. I don't have friends, because I mostly chat with people on some online game thingies and my classmates have all given up on me after they realized I don't want their attention. My parents tried really hard to get me to socialize with other people, but they gave up as well eventually. They say it's just this teenage stage of my life and I'll come around as I grow up. Honestly, I wouldn't bet on it. Anyway, right now, I'm content with my life as it is.

It takes me half an hour to do all of my homework. Another defining trait of mine. People say I'm very smart. I say understanding mathematics is supposed to be something normal. It's easy. Really easy. And logical. And it makes a lot of sense, so I remember it easily. I also like to write. I can spend hours on some random story or poem I write to make it flawless, even though I've never showed my stories to anyone. But I suck at drawing. I'll usually imagine such a nice picture and spend days placing everything correctly inside my head, then, when I believe I have the image in my mind perfectly arranged and pick up a pencil, it dissapears on me. Just like that. And I end up trying to draw what I remember, but nothing comes out of it.

As I close my notebooks and slide my chair over to my laptop I can't help but wonder who will I find online today. Meh. It's just rento25, the guy I first talked to yesterday. He seems pretty awesome. And he lets me beat the crap out of him without quitting. (I like fighting games, so what?) So I quickly challenge him and turn on my in-game chat.

*Chat Mode*

zippo36: Hey

rento25: Hey. What's up?

zippo36: Beating the shit out of you. :P

rento25: Meh, you know I didn't accept your challenge yet.

zippo36: *yawns*But you will. At some point you will. And when that happens, I'll be here, ready to kick your ass. So, better sooner than later, right? ^.^

rento25: You know that I could log out right now and leave you begging for me to come back, right?

zippo36: Yep. You could. But you won't.

rento25: ... *defeated sigh* You're right. I won't. I'd rather have my ass kicked by you than do my homework.

zippo36: Homework?

rento25: Yeah, homework. Are you actually an alien, unaware of the struggle that people go through?xD

zippo36: xD Well, not exactly (although I secretly wish I was), but my homework is already done.

rento25: Let's stop this homework talk before we both go insane.

zippo36: K. Accepting my challenge or not?

*rento25 accepts your challenge*

*you beat the crap out of rento25 1 time, 2 times... 58 battles won by zippo36!*

rento25: Owwwwww. I got myself hurt again. And I didn't even win a single battle! I'm starting to believe you're some sort of god.

zippo36:*LOLs for a few minutes* Nope. I'm not a god. I'm just waaaaay better than you.

rento25: Really? Then, if you're so much better than me, will you mind teaching me some stuff? :3

zippo36: I guess I could. It's not like I have better stuff to do anyway.

*zippo36 teaches rento25 some stuff for a couple of hours*

rento25: Wow. You're good at this. Thanks a lot. But I have to go. My homework isn't going to get done by itself.

zippo36: *pouts* I hoped you wouldn't leave so soon. But anyway. See you tomorrow, I guess?

rento25: Yeah, I'll probably be online tomorrow as well. Bye!

zippo36: Bye!

*you spend the next couple hours beating up dummies*

*Out of chat mode*

I never thought I'd be so relaxed while talking to someone. And even to the point of teaching him to fight better! Although I think it's partly because, while I'm surfing the net, people don't have to know what I look like, or who I am, or what I actually do. Still, this rento guy really is awesome.

Since it's almost bedtime, I hurry to change into my pajamas and, while doing so, I look at myself in the mirror. I'm pretty short, with blonde hair and light blue eyes, what people would call 'attractive'. But I'm also flat-chested, which usually shatters their 'attractive' impression of me. I don't really care either way. I'm fine with the way I look.

"Riiiiiiin!" I hear my mother yelling from downstairs. Communication in this huge house really is hard.

"Yeeeeeeeeah?" I yell back.

"Are you sleeeeeeping?" Yeah, mom, I'm talking to you in my sleep. Duh.

"I'll be sleeeeeping sooooooooon!" I don't bother to tell her I can't exactly answer her if I'm asleep, because that would lead to a longer conversation, and longer conversations should be carried face-to-face, not by yelling at each other. Anyway, I'm not planning on going to sleep, so I start reading and when my mom comes to check on me, pretend to be sleeping soundly, a really useful skill around here. Then I carry on reading.

I feel drowsy. Taking a glance at the clock reveals why: it's well past 1 AM. Oops! I quickly place the book back on its shelf and throw myself on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.