A Strange Turn of Events
Okay, so this is a revised version, language, eventual smut (I think?) and and shizz. I hope you enjoy this story, I'll be updating when I can. Disclaimer applies.
P.S: British humour ensues, so don't worry if you don't understand, hopefully you can get the gist.
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The sun was blaring through my window like a very loud stereo (in visual form), and it was pissing me off as I woke from slumber that morning.
It was a Sunday, the day I hated most out of all the other days, and my mother had decided to wake the whole house-hold: me, my sister and our older brother, for a 'family outing'.
My mother is the kind of mother you see in TV commercials: the chirpy, slim, out-going, bubbly, happy-go-lucky, type. She was more than over zealous about everything, ecstatic would be the right word. Every Sunday she'd let us, the 'zombies' as she called us, sleep in or drag us, clawing and scratching (literally), out the door. She's the type that enjoys going for picnics in the pouring rain, bouncing with joy at the thought of going food shopping. You know the type, right?
I normally wake up when my mum, Abigail, pulls the curtains back to reveal the 'glorious, beauteous sunshine'; another of hers, (anything with 'ous' on the end really.) Today, even though a Sunday, had thought to be nice to me and let me have a few more minutes of sleep before the sun finally awoke my tired eyes. I normally wake up at 11-ish, maybe later, I'm a heavy sleeper; mother keeps telling me.
From outside my bedroom door I heard a tired groan then a shuffle of movements, Eric laboriously slumping down the stairs to the kitchen. I could tell why mum called us 'the zombies' sometimes, Eric was a prime example of the living dead.
Eric, my older brother by 5 years, is a 23 year-old with a full-time job but is still sleeping on our sofa (occasionally). Well, being fair to the guy, his girlfriend broke up with him a few weeks, well, months (he says weeks) ago and he's been torn up about it ever since. Apparently, she dumped him for someone else (my brother knows who but he won't tell me) and was cheating on him for a week or so while they were together. Morgan knows all the craic but she won't tell me either. I told him he was better off without her, loads of his work-colleagues (I say loads, trying to be nice) are pining after him and they're all fairly decent women, but he said he can't get over Gillian. He has dark brown, almost black, curly hair and blue, lapis-lazuli coloured eyes, and normally wears baggy t-shirts and jeans, and bare-feet of course. Apart from being very good at his job he's a slacker at home and normally goes on the Xbox360 to drown out his sorrows of Gillian.
Morgan is my older sister by 2 years, dark brown, same colour as my brother's, just-below shoulder length curly hair. She has cute freckles sprinkled over her button nose and luscious moss green eyes to die for, great complexion, a natural beauty. She's the type of girl that exudes that cool air. All the boys are after her when we go out together, she doesn't stick out in the crowd like a sore-thumb rather the-hottest-babe-of-babe-town if you get my gist. But, as you can guess, Morgan is a girl that gets what she wants when she wants. (My mother has tried to stop giving into Morgan's demands plenty of times but not succeeded.) This causes, let's just say, a rift between her and other girls, which is understandable. She can be viewed as cold and bitchy but to me she's just Morgan. She reminds me of Morrigan to be honest (although Morrigan is bitchier.)
Which is what brings me to my current situation.
I need my fix. I'm obsessed, totally and utterly, with this one game. I blame my brother, he introduced us. That time at the Game shop when we saw it, and then when he put the disk into his computer and that gorgeous whirring sound filled my heart with eternal love!
Maybe I'm being a bit over-the-top and dramatic about this whole thing, but it's a crisis.
If mum drags us out, I won't be able to go on Dragon Age. It's more than a problem, it's a big problem. I have to go to school tomorrow, which means last day of freedom, which means no more days to play Dragon Age till the next weekend (or if I'm lucky before the next weekend but that rarely happens.)
So, I get out of bed with my new found passion to get the computer on as soon as possible. I brush my raggishly, knotty red hair, yes red (I'm so unlike my siblings it's unbelievable), and I get dressed as quickly as I can while hopping to my bathroom, one leg in my jean pants and one out, to brush my teeth.
As soon as I was ready and was patting down my hair, and sproosing it up, I heard my mum call up to me.
"Eva! What are you doing up there! ? We're going in a bit so hurry up!" She shouted.
"Yes... I'm nearly ready." Was my nonchalant reply. I didn't see why we had to go on these outings, I mean, I'm 18, I can pretty much procrastinate all day. But, the point being, I could be spending my time doing much more useful things, and I get enough fresh air anyway, I walk outside a bit at school. I sometimes hang out at the netball court with my friends and that's enough air I need for one day.
So, as my computer doesn't take a lot of time to load I quickly jumped into my computer chair and started it up. Is it weird that I get excited over a video game? Maybe, maybe not, but, it's like, every morning that's the one thing on my mind. My sister calls me a freak and says I should probably get out more, I agree with her, but I just love gaming. It's not just Dragon Age either, although it is my favourite game, I like to play on my brother's Xbox too (I'm a massive Assassin's Creed whore too). I guess, I'm just a big gamer, and a bit of a nerd.
Anyway, I turned my computer on, then logged onto my user and then loaded up Dragon Age: Origins. I just needed to check, then I'd be off. I wouldn't even be a second, let alone that, just a small peek.
As soon as I had entered on my main character, Sinuviel my rogue-assassin, the brightly glowing screen rippled before me, in what seemed, anticipation as I felt my whole body slowly being sucked into the pixelated universe that was my computer. My mind started to go hazy, I couldn't think, it felt like I couldn't breathe, my whole body just felt weird, like my skin felt really creepy.
And then I had to ask myself one simple question as this whole process was occurring: What the hell was going on!?
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And there it stops, I shall be continuing sometime, maybe soon, maybe not, but I just hope that you all enjoy this. It's an idea that's been bugging me for a long time. I know it's short, but it's short and cute and please review! :)