Wrote this for my writing class. Based on a true story.

Blue-Screened

I slapped the monitor of my computer again. The blue screen wouldn't go away, like it was taunting me. I thought about yelling at the computer, even though I knew it wouldn't work, just because I was feeling so frustrated at it for crashing on me and refusing to boot up. This has happened to me before but it had never been as bad as this time.

I tried shutting the power off and on again. No dice. So I tried again.

And again.

And again.

Pretty soon I got so fed up with the thing that I started yelling at it anyway like it could hear me.

"Stupid computer!" I shouted as I slapped it again. "I swear to God Himself if you don't start up I'll throw the monitor and mouse at my door!"

There was no response.

I glared at the monitor that was just sitting there, blankly flashing the blue screen in my face even brighter now as if it were saying, Oh hey, there. Didn't notice you shouting at my screen. Was that supposed to do something?

I sighed in exasperation and flopped onto the ground, not caring that it was littered with crumbs. My friend had taken a chocolate chip cookie and started picking at it with a toothpick to "mine" out the chips like she'd done in science class. And of course she had to do it in my room. On the floor. When there was a perfectly good kitchen table to do her cookie picking on outside. I was going to have to make her clean this up later.

I shouldn't have been complaining, though. It wasn't like she'd taken a whole packet of Chips Ahoy!'s and crushed the insides to bits with my mom's miniature hammer so hard that it exploded like a crumbly cookie nuke all over my carpet. I should've been grateful for that at the very least. It would've been a nightmare to clean up.

My eyes caught the blue screen again, and it reminded me that I was supposed to be mad at it. But at that point I was done with it. I didn't want to think about the computer blue-screening on me anymore so I just flipped the power off and let it die.

"You were nice while you lasted," I said with a sigh.

I really needed to go out and make some friends, or else I was going to end up talking with my dad's DVD player next. Or worse, I would try and hold a conversation with my pillow or something. Hold a tea party with my sister's stuffed animals. Something crazy.

I left my room with cookie crumbs in my hair. At least that could be fixed with a quick shower.

Yeah...I don't even know. That computer rager can be whoever you want. I like to pretend it's Sora. Just because.