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His fingers were such a blur that if anybody watched, they couldn't see anything more than a shade of pink traveling across the keyboard.
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His hand darted to the mouse, grasping the small, travel-sized object and tore it across the mouse pad set flat on his right side.
Clickclickclick.
His mouth form a thin, discontented line that pulled the corners into a frown. Sucking in his breath, he let out a heavy sigh and finally, he bit his fingers.
"It's not right..." he complained, hitting the [ctrl+z] combo all too many times before everything on his computer screen was erased entirely. He set to work again, typing as fast as he could - possibly even faster than he had been - trying hard to get exactly where he wanted to be in as few minutes as possible.
At last he sat back, a content smile on his lips as he stared at the computer screen before him on his yellow and black-striped laptop. On the monitor, an egg-shaped graphic pulsed like a heartbeat, becoming slightly bigger and slightly smaller with every beat. He rest his arm on the arm of his chair, and then rest his head on the knuckles of his fist.
"Project, complete," he said, readjusting his seating position. He bent forward, reaching for something far behind his lap top computer and pulled out an odd-shaped keychain with a thin, retractable cable that hooked easily to his computer. He pulled the thin cable carefully, and tucked the head into the USB jack and reached for the mouse once more.
Clickclickclick.
And before he knew it, the egg-shaped graphic dispersed into tiny little pixels, all darting to the bottom left corner of the monitor and re-shaping themselves on the monitor of his keychain. The computer monitor flashed DONE before his eyes, and his grin only became wider.
"Download complete," he said, holding up the keychain high above his head. The egg-shaped graphic still pulsed, still lived, and would hatch at any hour. Grinning, he wrapped the key-ring around his finger, gripping the keychain in his right hand as he hopped into his bed. The lights had already been turned off - for it was already way past his bed time.
Five o' clock.
Six o' clock.
Seven o' clock.
Seven : thirty and the alarm screeched loudly by his bedside. He tossed his messy brown head up from his pillow, searching frantically for the keychain that he had left in his right hand the night before. Delving his hand beneath the blankets of his bed, he grasped the strange-shaped object and pulled it so that the screen faced him.
The egg had cracked in two, now laying in the bottom corner of the screen while a digital blob that looked a lot like the ghost from Pac-Man bounced about the screen. When he smiled, the thing turned as if it were looking at him, then smiled, too.
" Hello! "
"Hi! Nice to meet you! I'm Izzy!" he replied. Both he and the thing on the screen giggled happily.