~The Game~
~Chapter One~
It's just another normal day, in this worthless piece of shit I call Earth. I sit in my usual spot in the Café. Drinking the same chocolate milkshake. I sigh loudly as I rest my head on my hand. Man I wish there was something better to do in my life. With my head still on my hand, I reach my lips to the straw and slurp until it's empty. The waiter walks to me and hands me my check. I glance at the price and throw down a ten. Then I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder as I leave my seat. I walk past a booth and wonder my eyes to the table. A man with blue hair sits there, looking at me. I look away quickly, and carry on. I place my hand on the door and walk out into the sun. When I'm further down the street, my ear catches a sound. I stop walking and glance over my shoulder. Nothing's there. A chill rolls down my spine. I start walking again. I walk past the park, the theater, and the shops. When I reach home, I climb the steps and fetch the key from the flowerpot. I unlock the door, and then return the key back to its hiding place. I walk to the living room and drop my backpack to the floor, with a thud. I slouch on the sofa and just sit there. It kinda sucks that I'm the only one living here. My parents died in an accident when I was twelve. But that was six years ago. Which means I'm seventeen now. I've went to school and came back alone, I've taken care of this house alone, and I've taken care of myself alone. So I'm not desperate. I walk to my bedroom and lay out on my bed. Even though its still day out, I feel oddly tired. That's weird; I've never felt this way after I've had my milkshake. Then what's the difference now? I yawn hugely and my eyelids become heavy.
"Whoa-what's going on?" I ask myself aloud before completely falling asleep.