Fifteen year old Theresa Walsh sat in front of her computer screen, merely staring. After several very boring minutes she pushed her glasses up on her nose, adjusted her jean shorts, shifted in the chair, and began to type.
She typed furiously, creating a new universe, a new world, someplace far away, with people she knew better than she even knew herself.
She made sure They were in it. Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan, Duke, Marik, Bakura, Yami, Ryou, Malik. Then she twisted her dear friends' personalities ever so slightly, so that they fit into her twisted reality. Not too much to break them, but enough to bend them.
So she typed herself away...