"Perhaps I'll have an E-mail!" I thought, excited.
"Welcome to the internet!" a cheerful, automated voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "What is your sign-in name?"
E-L-L-E-N-T-H-E-E-L-F-1-3, I typed.
"Password?"
"ELFCHILD."
"You have one new message!"
"A message? For me?" I thought. My inbox stayed empty nearly all year round.
I clicked the "read mail" icon. In my inbox there were exactly 6 messages. The most recent was dated from two weeks ago, from my cousin, saying that her father wasn't letting her on the computer anymore and she didn't know when she could next be able to communicate.
I sighed bitterly, raising my hands to massage pale cheeks, bleached from endless hours staring at the computer screen. A prank played on myself. I had a sudden flashback, returning to the night before. I had gone into my most recent message, and clicked "flag as new".
"I have no life!" I said to the ceiling, shaking fists. "My life is the internet-and how many emails have I had in the last year? SIX!"
"Go to bed, Ellen! Your life will be better tomorrow." The automated voice said. So distraught was I that I didn't really notice who was speaking.
"Mm hmm." I crawled into bed, shedding a tear over my misery.
Author's notes *_*_*_*_*_* That sorta sounds like the beginning of the matrix, don't you think? Anyway, this had a sort of odd plot, but I think you'll get it in the end! (I THINK!)
"Welcome to the internet!" a cheerful, automated voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "What is your sign-in name?"
E-L-L-E-N-T-H-E-E-L-F-1-3, I typed.
"Password?"
"ELFCHILD."
"You have one new message!"
"A message? For me?" I thought. My inbox stayed empty nearly all year round.
I clicked the "read mail" icon. In my inbox there were exactly 6 messages. The most recent was dated from two weeks ago, from my cousin, saying that her father wasn't letting her on the computer anymore and she didn't know when she could next be able to communicate.
I sighed bitterly, raising my hands to massage pale cheeks, bleached from endless hours staring at the computer screen. A prank played on myself. I had a sudden flashback, returning to the night before. I had gone into my most recent message, and clicked "flag as new".
"I have no life!" I said to the ceiling, shaking fists. "My life is the internet-and how many emails have I had in the last year? SIX!"
"Go to bed, Ellen! Your life will be better tomorrow." The automated voice said. So distraught was I that I didn't really notice who was speaking.
"Mm hmm." I crawled into bed, shedding a tear over my misery.
Author's notes *_*_*_*_*_* That sorta sounds like the beginning of the matrix, don't you think? Anyway, this had a sort of odd plot, but I think you'll get it in the end! (I THINK!)