I sat in my room, playing my favorite game: Sly cooper 2. "Ha! Take that Jean Bison!" I grinned as I played as Bentley, kicking me some red bison ass. When he wanted to be, Bentley could be a kick ass fighter!
"Airi!" I heard my mom call, "Get down here and do your chores!" I sighed. I was practically the family slave. No one did any cleaning, but me.
"Ok!" I yelled back. I stared helplessly at the screen. I couldn't save where I was! So I just turned off the TV, hoping that no one would see that the ps2 was on. I wasn't supposed to play it in the first place.
After a crap load of laundry, dishes, and wiping stuff down, I collapsed on my bed, "so tired…"
"AIRI! What did I tell you about playing video games?" my father screamed. ~oh no!~ I thought, running into the computer room. "What did I tell you? You know your not supposed to even look at it!" he yelled. I know. Extreme. But this was how it is in my house. Well, to me.
"I-I'm sorry, daddy! I won't do it again!" I cried, glancing at my dear game helplessly.
"You're right, you won't!" he bellowed, bringing up his foot and stomping down onto the game system, crushing it, along with my precious game.
"No! daddy!" I ran over, taking all the disk fragments in my hands.
He sneered, "Serves you right! Now go to your room! I don't want to see your face!"
I shot up, holding the fragments to my chest. I sat on my bed, crying and trying to out them back together. See, there was another reason this game was precious to me. This game had been a present from the only friend I'd had. She'd moved away recently, leaving me with no one. She gave me this game, her favorite game as well. I cried, "I'm so sorry, Veronica! I should've just put it back. I could have beaten it again easily! I'm sorry!" I cried into my pillow, the disk fragments, laid sadly on the table beside my bed. I cried myself to sleep. I had nothing left of her.
Meanwhile, while I slept, the disk fragments started to glow ominously. There was a bright flash, and I was no longer in my bed.