Chapter 2 –
"Fiona turn that computer off now!" Molly calls in an overly strict motherly tone of voice from the kitchen table on the bus. That was the third time in the last ten minutes she had instructed her daughter to turn off the machine. It was too late for the child to be chatting or searching for information on the Loch Ness monster or whatever she did on it. The bus was small and it was pretty easy to hear the consisted beeps to know Fiona still hadn't done as told. Molly hated to get extremely parentish on her children, she liked to think of herself as an extremely laid back mother. But this was getting ridiculous.
Molly raises up from the table in a huff and walks towards to bedroom with the partially opened door. Extends her arm and pushes it open without knocking or saying anything, prepared to start yelling. Instead she just sighed and shook her head with a soft smile. Fiona had fallen sleep at her desk yet again. Molly realized she should of known that was reason of the consist ignoring of the threats she had made. Tip toeing in the room being careful not to wake the child Molly enters fully into the room. Gently manages to semi-left and half drag her daughter onto her bed without having her wake up in the process.
Standing behind the chair setting in front of the desk Molly looks down at the lap top. Trying to remember how to properly shut the stupid thing off. It was moments like this she felt accident and not to mention an idiot. Some many keys, some many of those little box thingies up. Molly concerned just leaving the thing on for Fiona to take care of in the morning light. That won't work though, not after Ned had given everyone a lecture earlier that day about using excess amounts of electricity. They did seem to manage to use quite a bit of it. The machine would have to be turned off.
Deciding to get more comfortable Molly sits down on the metal chair, nearly screaming out at the cold feel to her bare legs. She quickly recovers and starts to handle the situation that lies ahead of her. Clicking on the first box, it's just of those advertisements that Fiona is constantly complaining about. Well that's not important Molly thinks and clicks on the X button to get rid of it. The next two boxes are also ads, no wonder Fiona was always pissed over about them. Maybe this will be easier than I thought, Molly wonders. The next one she opened had a picture of a bunch of leprechauns. Typical Fiona behavior. Figuring that she could easily be able to return to this page again Molly hits the X. There was just one more program to close up. It looked to be a chat or that instant gab thing.
Far as Molly could tell no one was there anymore. If they were no one had said anything for awhile. She recognized Tad's screen name, she could never understand what her daughter liked so much about that man. Candy, Gabe, and Ryan were there as well. There was one screen name that Molly didn't remember seeing before. Jseawater. It really wasn't any of Molly's business. Both her kids were smart and responsible and won't talk to complete strangers in person or over the net. On the other hand both of the kids kept their own little secrets, not detailing every aspect of their lives to their mother. It was important. It was known of her business. Still Molly was human and humans are very curious creatures. Who did Fiona know that liked seawater? Or lived near the water? She couldn't think of anybody. Stop it! Just shut the thing down and forget about it.
Molly positions the little white arrow on top of the x. Brings her finger up slightly prepared click down on the button to close it up so she could finally finish shutting the machine off and go to bed. Suddenly Molly sees the screen slightly well it seemed as if not everyone was asleep after all. The mysterious Jseawater person was chatting away. Molly wasn't sure what to do. Ignore him or her? Say that Fiona is unavailable to try again in a few hours? Just pretend she was Fi? All three scenarios had negative and positive reasons to use or not use them. Glancing at the screen again it was apparent that Jseawater wasn't waiting for a response to anything that he or she was typing down. It was almost as if they were holding a conversation with themselves. Molly didn't mean to read the screen. It really wasn't any of her concern. But still she just couldn't help it.