A/N—Okay, I had to get this off my chest. I had just finished chapter 1 of the new The Day it Changed, which came out to be around 2300 words. I saved it and closed Microsoft Word and went upstairs to shower. I came back down and opened it up with hopes that it was ready for posting and what do I get? IT GIVES ME THE INCOMPLETE 700 WORD VERSION THAT I DOWNLOADED FROM MY EMAIL! Apparently, nothing I added saved, even though I saved around every 4 lines.
Now I have to write this chapter since I am actually irritated.
Chapter 2
"Is pimpin' easy?" the TV blared in game show-like fashion.
"No."
"No."
"Hell yes."
"No."
Ron yawned.
'This is the most boring show ever.'
'Except for Major League Baseball.'
'True.'
' And women's basketball.'
'True.'
'And the Republican Convention.'
'True.'
'And every show on Lifetime.'
'OKAY I GET THE FUCKING POINT.'
'Good.'
'Just kidding. What's the fucking point?'
How Ron had just managed to trick himself into tricking himself and ended up plain confused is beyond human comprehension.
'Well, Yugi did it in Yu-gay-ho.'
'By the way, I hate my computer.'
Owned.
Meanwhile…
"Wait…you're saying that you have strange dreams?"
"There is one dream where in my dream, I'm Spider-Man. But I'm loosing my powers. I'm climbing a wall but I keep falling."
"Oh, so you're Spider-man…"
"In my dream... Actually, it's not even my dream, it's a friend of mine's dream."
"Oh. Somebody else's dream. What about this friend? Why does he climb these walls? What does he think of himself?"
"That's the problem, he doesn't know what to think."
"Kind of makes you mad not to know who you are? Your soul disappears, nothing is bad as uncertainty. Listen, maybe you're not supposed to be Spider-Man climbing those walls? That's why you keep falling. You'll always have a choice, Trix Rabbit."
"I have a choice…" the white creature whispered to himself. "Also, I hate my computer."
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST PUT IT IN!"
"Chill Kim. It's not that easy."
"Ron. This. Is. Fucking. Level. One. Of. Tetris. DROP THE FUCKING SHAPE."
Unfortunately, due to bad hand eye coordination Ron missed the hole and got a game over.
"I hate my computer."
A/N—I hate my computer. Not just because it sucks, not just because my CD burner isn't working correctly, not just because it deleted three hours of writing, but also because it sucks.
