"Emma, what ARE you doing in here?"
Crap! I got to make an excuse! Dad doesn't allow me in the "Man Room".
"I, uh, was looking for more dirty dishes to put into the dishwasher. See, I am about to start the load and..."
"Just get out, please?"
I nodded and adjusted my white hoodie. I stuck the game in there. Assassin's Creed, the best 'bad-donkey/mule' game out there! I always put it back before he eats dinner, so he doesn't find out that I have been taking it. In general, both of my parents don't like me playing video games. It isn't mature or feminine. Bleh. I am just fourteen. DEAL WITH IT.
I wandered into my bedroom. I was still NOT finished with the game. I was working on gathering info on the merchant king. The stupid guards were so annoying! I put my hand on my stomach and felt the hard, rectangular object. I took it out of my jacket and sighed. I held up the game case and stared at the cover. Altair Ibn La-Ahad was staring back at me. His eyes were mesmerizing. How did the game designers do it? I find him VERY attractive.
Gah! What am I thinking! He is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM A FREAKING VIDEO GAME. I must be truly pathetic.
I laid down on my bed, combing through my jet black hair with my fingers. Screw brushing! I don't feel like getting up for my hair, which will just get messed up in my sleep.
I was trying to decide to take off my sneakers and skinny jeans when I noticed that it was strangely quiet. I left them on. I tucked the game under the comforter on my bed and I got up to check up on my parents. It wasn't like them to have the TV off.
On my way out, I suddenly lost my balance and tripped. I clenched my eyes shut and braced for impact. But, instead of my face hitting my hardwood oak-floor, I fell into you-know-what: hay.
What the fudge? This must be horrible for my allergies. It took me a few seconds to ALSO get freaked out about the fact that there was hay on my floor. Where did that come from?