"Best of friends actually."
"If they were so close what happened."
"What always happens. He fell in love."
"Daniel James Howell, you get here this instant."
"I'm coming Mum." Exasperated I dragged myself out of bed and put on my slippers. She waved the incriminating paper in my face.
"What is this? Explain yourself Daniel or may god help you."
The threat was evident as I shifted on the spot fiddling with the sleeves on my hoodie. "I'm sorry Mum, I'll do better next time."
She squinted at me. Her beady hawk eyes deciding whether it was going to brutally eat the mouse enraptured in its talons. "I'm not angry Daniel. I'm just disappointed," and there was the kicker, anger was fine, anger I could handle, disappointment on the other hand was another ball park completely "You are such a smart boy but you are wasting all of it spending so much time on that internet. This is important, your grades matter, not how many friends you have on the myspace."
"I'm sorry Mum."
"This is your last warning Daniel If I see these types of grades again I'm taking away the internet." A cold silver of fear stuck through me, it was my only escape from the depravity of this life. It was the only way I could deal with this shitness the only way I could talk to my friends.
"I'm sorry Mum. I'll do better." Taking the offending paper from her outstretched talons I left the room as fast as possible. As soon as I was in my room I ripped the report card to peice's, a thusand silent pieces falling to the floor, trash, destroyed, incomplete and unwholesome. Silently screaming I kicked my rubbish bin. The dull thud resonated within my mind, As my rage rescinded all I had left was a mess on the clean floor. I sighed. Righting the rubbish can I picked up the tiny pieces of paper dumping them into the darkness of the rubbish, compartmentalised, clean and perfect once again. I logged onto the computer the screech of the ethanol internet calmed me as it loaded. The familiar routine soothed the self-hatred within my heart for the moment. Typing the domain address for myspace, /amazingphil the routine was at a complete. I was happy as I laughed about Phils latest update on the comparison between ducklings and aliens. "Rolling on the floor laughing" I typed out. Alien babies I laughed as I signed off and pulled out my notebook. Without even knowing it this stranger across the country always made me feel better in a way that no one else had ever managed to achieve before. I imagined what it would be to one day meet Phil then shook my head at such a silly thought, he didn't even know I existed yet cared who I was.
End of chapter 1…..
a/n I have a question for yall. Is there anyone who you really hope you could meet but never can because you only know them online? Tell me in a review