A/N: A little short, but my first fanfic in a long while... don't hate! This is sloppy, yeah, but whatever. Enjoy.


Your name is John Egbert, and you're not really that happy with your life right now.

At first, things were easy in your new high school life. You were getting A's (Though that's not that hard to do in the first few weeks of school), keeping your mouth shut to the best of your ability, and generally keeping yourself out of trouble.

You only really talked to a few teachers, and never went to the counselor, despite all the clouds cluttering your mind. Over the weeks of school, you'd made friends with your 3rd Period Biology teacher, Mrs. Kay, and spent all of your lunches with her. You two talked about various things relating to the subject matter and how you found it easiest to read through.

You've wanted to work with these sciences in so many ways, you've thought about everything from doctor to plain old biologist, and even still can't make up your mind. It's great that you're still a freshman though, lots of time to think over your career and future as a whole. Mrs. Kay always talks about how she'd thought the same thing, and ended up slipping into education while her passion was left with medicine.

Things were innocent and happy. You'd go into the school right before the bell, getting there at 8 on the dot in an attempt to avoid old friends who'd do nothing but mock you. You'd sit in your 1st Period math class and wait for the other students while discussing the last book you read with the teacher, Mr. Roman. From there, you'd head to World History with Mrs. Jonas; then onto Mrs. Kay and her delightful class, to 4th Period which was a new class this year that was required for freshmen called Career and Technology. You had this class with Mrs. Marcel, who had a very bad reputation with your peers for being a very evil woman, though you saw no bad in her yourself, there is a possibility she could be a closet case of bitch.

After 4th, you had 2nd lunch. You'd just go off and buy the school cafeteria food, stumbling back to Mrs. Kay's room to discuss something science-y. Once the loud bell rang, you'd quickly find your way across the large halls, back towards your 5th period Communications (Fancy high school talk for Language Arts) class with Mr. Marks. Then, you had 6th Period concert choir, which had helped you get your mind off things. Choir branched into 7th period drama production, which was taught by the same man; Mr. Rist.

However, things didn't stay very sane for too long. People slowly picked up their routines again and picked your head out of the crowd, catching up to you on the walk home, beating you up and leaving you to crawl. You refused to tell your father, as you thought he'd make a huge production out of finding out who these people were and getting them punished.

You didn't want that.

What you did want, however, was to sit down and finally get back to your computer. You always took refuge on the internet, where no one could ever know who you are or where you were. You were free to be whatever the hell you wanted to be, and no one ever had a right to tell you otherwise. For about four years now, you'd been logging on to this little chat program called "Pesterchum" and making various friends. In fact, there were a few online now!

Scanning over the list, you catch the names of your three closest friends; "turntechGodhead.", "gardenGnostic", and "tentacleTherapist", as well as a few others that you don't talk to as often.

It didn't take very long for one of them to notice you coming online, and soon enough you're greeted by the friendly plinks of the application's alert system.

- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -

TG: yo derp whats going on

EB: oh hey

EB: nothing too important

TG: you were caught by those assholes again

EB: psh, seriously? you think i'd get caught up with them again?

EB: no trust i swear

TG: dude i can tell when you lie

TG: they beat your ass to oblivion and youre not telling anyone

EB: no seriously, they didn't touch me

TG: do i have to get lalonde on you

EB: no! man really! i'm just fine!

TG: look dude if you dont say anything itll just keep happening

TG: theyll think that your just some of their own personal chew toy

TG: and then theyll be all over you like the rabid dogs they are

EB: jesus you type fast

TG: i know

TG: its all part of being me

TG: maybe one day youll be as cool as me

TG: maybe

EB: haha yeah right! who do you think you're fooling?

TG: i dont have to fool anyone

TG: im just that good

TG: people bow to me like the king of cool that i am

EB: how do you do it?

TG: i dont know

TG: i was just born with it

EB: anyway... are you ever going to tell me your name or link me to those sweet blogs you always talk about?

TG: hah

TG: no

EB: why nooot?

TG: cuz in all honesty bro

TG: i just dont want you to know

EB: dammit

TG: oh shit

TG: gotta run

TG: see ya derp

- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -

You sigh, covering your face with an arm as you lean back in your old computer chair. You didn't really know the names of any of your friends, and that scared you. You only really knew about the "Lalonde" sisters, and how they were TG's sister-in-laws. One of the two was "tentacleTherapist" on your chum list.

"John! I need to head to the store! Would you like to come with?" Your father shouts from downstairs. Deciding that there's nothing better to do now that your bro's gone, you log off Pesterchum and head downstairs.

Your father is waiting at the door, opening it when you make it down the wooden steps. You both exit the beautiful two-story American-dream home and make your way into the car. The drive is slow and uneventful.