"Why can't you spend more time with us?" She yelled.
"I don't know! Many because you're so f-ing annoying!" I retorted.
"Ugh! Why can't you just be normal, Owenn?" She yells, tears starting to form in her eyes.
I throw my arms in the air, "Why couldn't you have never been born?" I ask.
"Its Christmas, Owenn, why won't you spend time with us?" She asks, tears freely running down her face. "You just sit in your room all day and play your game all day!"
"Because I'm actually friends with people on it!" I yell as I hear back to my room.
This has been a yearly routine since mom died. I've handle it by living in my room. My sister, however, has been handling it differently. I have been hiding from my relatives and friends. Playing more and more Guild Wars 2 as the weeks go on. Everyone says it's an addiction. I say it's just a hobby. I sigh. And I get ready to go to bed.
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The bright sun shines in my eyes, smells of metal and grass fill my nose, and people yelling and hysterical sobbing. I shoot up, instantly regretting the decision. Gasping, I clutch my head. All the noise, the light, it all hurts my head. I move my hands toward the side of my head, trying to... plug... up my... HUGE EARS? My eyes shoot open, and I finally realise where I am.
I'm in Metrica Providence, Tyria.
I, and all these millions of people, are in Guild Wars 2.
Thank you guys for reading! I've only had GW2 for a month and a half, but I was compelled to write this since it was eating away at my head for weeks. Reviews are always appreciated. See you next time!