Before the story begins, I should introduce myself. My name is Ender Garit. I'm fourteen years old and go to Estaria in Estaria, California. Of course, I also live in Estaria. I love gaming and have been doing it since I could hold a controller, but it was more of a interest. My real affair with gaming began when I was ten and discovered Minecraft. I discovered other games that I fell in love with like Kerbal Space Program, Europa Universalis 4, Total War: Rome 2, American Truck Simulator, and, my favorite game series of all time, Hyperdimension Neptunia.

I also have a love for space. And yes, I believe in aliens but not that they abduct people and give them messages. I like to imagine that Hyperdimension Neptunia exsists on some world out there and that I could one day visit Gamindustri and meet my favorite character, Nepgear. Though, many of the things that don't follow the laws of physics and, going the fastest allowed by the laws of physics, it would take millions of years to get to another world outside our solar system where anything similar to Gamindustri exsits. So, I kept it to myself, knowing that it would never happen.

I know it seems wierd about this, but the thing is, is that I don't have many friends. Don't get me wrong, I like people and people like me, but I just don't connect with many people in a friendship kind of way because I don't want to get turned down. I have a couple friends that I ment because of our love of anime and games like Hyperdimension Neptunia.

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I jump awake at the bell saying the thing that nearly every student was waiting to hear: "Schools out!" I sit up and open my backpack. I put my binder in the biggest pouch with a small thud and my pencil in the smallest with a small clink.

"Have a good Holiday Break everybody," said Mr. Charles, my math teacher. The other twenty kids stood up along with me with the screeching and banging of chairs being slid backwards and then slammed back into desks. I take a breath in to find the faint aroma of coffee.

I look at my side to my friend Jason. "Talk to you on Steam later tonight." I said to him.

"Yeah, playing EU4, right?"

"Yeah, France is going to rape you."

"What no, they can't defeat mighty Austria!"

"Even though I, Brandenburg, got the Burgundien Succsecion, the Emporer of the Holy Roman Empire, and have an alliance with France!"

"Shut up. Talk to you tonight."

I put my backpack on and walk to the door. The cool California winter air hit me in the face like a brick wall. I entered the ocean of students, making a loud rumble with every footfall and talking to friends and sibblings. I pull my warm hood on as I make my way to the back gate. I walk along side athletes as they go towards the Small Gym in the back of the school. I walk for a minute before reaching a small teacher parking lot with a gate with people coming in and leaving. I walk onto Highway 27 and make a right towards downtown Estaria. Every couple seconds a car rumbles by me and I get hit with a wall of cooler air. After I reach the end of the school, I enter a small neighborhood before entering downtown Estaria.

Though it was downtown, it was still rather calm. The highway was lined with tan and brick stores and resteraunts. They smell of pizza drifted from the pizza resteraunt as high schoolers walked in and adults and young children walking out of the hair salons, gym, computer store, appliance store, thrift store, libary, pharmacy, etc.. I continued on as a group of men walked out of the bar on the corner, Gold's, and stumbled around, making it obvious they were drunk except a man in the center, seeming sober but angry.

I walked into a trash can while I was distracted by the extremely early drinkers. A kid and her mother saw me walk into it and the kid laughed. I couldn't help but chuckle also. I continue on past downtown back into the nighborhood. A grass field was on the other side of the road, and I was gazing at the waves the long grass made. It was relaxing walking down the road as most of the after school traffic died down since there isn't much this side of Estaria.

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A truck charged at me from the other side of the road. I jumped out of way just as it reached where I was. The truck slammed into the telephone pole I was walking by. Í ran towards the truck to help them when the door flew open. The sober man walking out from Gold's stepped out and pointed at me with a cut finger.

"You, what do you think you're doing."

"I was going to help you."

"Yeah, after you ran into the road and made me crash."

"I'm sorry, but you must of hit you're head. I was on the side of the road the whole time."

"Yeah, well stop lying. I'm already pissed at my friends and I don't need somebody like you making me waste money!" He reached for a handgun he had and pointed it at me. "Say good night."

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