1: Game Time

"Are you almost to the next portal?" T's question was received through my blue tooth. T was my best friend, and tonight we were playing 'Adventure 3-D', and T was a level ahead of me. "I'm in the next level!" I answered, and then I saw the worry on T's face, since the characters had the players faces and the computer camera captured every expression you made. Out of nowhere behemoth monsters that looked like Big Foot surrounded us, their spears aiming at our hearts.

Then, "Time to get off the computer and get to bed Izzy." my dad came down the stairs to the lab, where the computer was located. I wished T good luck and logged off. I swept my long black hair into a pony tail and looked at what my mom was writing as I passed through the kitchen.

"Poetry or a random story?"

"Poetry." she answered simply. My mom was a poet and her books were widely popular among goth teenagers. "Shouldn't you be going to bed?" she looked up from her poem and I walked to my bedroom, ready from another restless night.