The four blue walls felt as if they were slowly closing in on themselves as she sat on her bed staring at a sheet of starch white paper. The paper was cover with red ink scratches, splotches, x's, and scribbles making the original words hard to make out. As if all the red blotches weren't enough at the very top right hand corner of the page was a number that stabbed you through the heart every time you looked at it; 45 in big bold letters making it impossible not to see it. There was no lie this time that would get her out of it. The damage was too flamboyant to cover up with anything. No matter what way Celia looked at it she realised she was screwed.

She could picture in her head what her parents would say. How come you didn't try harder? You're so lazy, why are you so stupid? Maybe if you did something for a change instead of sitting on your ass playing computer games you could pull up your marks. Stop playing games and do your homework. If only her parents knew that she had stopped playing those games a long time ago. 8 months ago to be specific. She did try, she really did but Science was her worst subject and no matter how hard she tried in it she didn't get any better; something her parents just couldn't understand.

This was the downwards spiral that was her life. Not only was doing bad in school a problem but she was a total klutz and the constant sound of things falling and things breaking added to the anger of her parents and the misery of Celia.

School was a little better. Although Celia had lots of friends, none were really good ones. Acquaintances is what they would be called, the friends who you talk to in school, sit beside in class, each lunch with, but never hang out with outside of school. The friends that would be called real, true, best friends were all in an online game, with the exception of her best friend Andy who happened to have played that game with her. These were the friends that she could tell her problems to, talk to about anything and everything, but never be judged based on superficial things like looks. Although she knew what many of them looked like, from making friends with them first and loving them for their amazing personalities their looks didn't play a factor in her friendships with them.

Although she wished she could really escape to the world of her game, she knew she would have to face reality sooner or later. Plucking up her courage she trudged down the stairs as if she was a captured warrior being taken to the lair of the dark lord. Knowing when she got to the last step there was no turning back and she had reached her doom.

There towering before her were her dark lords, although many would call them mom and dad, Celia knew better. They could make even the worst villain in any book look like a little bunny rabbit and evil armies cowered in front of them. Although there were no evil armies in her world, she knew if there was they would avoid her mom and dad at all costs.

"Celia, how did the science test go, I hope you did better than last time seeing as this time you told us you actually studied." There was the evil sting that was her mother's voice. She had the most polite and gentle voice but her words were like poison daggers being stabbed into you and letting the poison slowly seep into your body eventually killing you.

"I studied the last time but you didn't believe me" muttered Celia as she held tight onto the piece of paper.

"Did you say something?" The words she heard so often when her mother chose to ignore what she said and act as if it never happened.

"No mother of course not" was the only reply she could give without getting a tongue lashing.

"Let's see your test honey?" The nice words of her father were never comforting. Although he was not like her mother, he never said anything to go against her and just let her chew Celia out, making him just as bad as her. He was a coward and couldn't do anything against her mother. Maybe it was because for once she wasn't stabbing him with her poison words and he didn't want to leave his moment of heaven and become the target again. No one really knew.

As Celia slowly handed over the paper she felt her heart sink and it was as if her courage had been plucked from her like picking grapes from a vine. She thought if only she could be like the heroine in one of her books. Never losing her confidence or courage and always having a plan.

If only she could disappear or become invisible the moment the paper passed from her hand to her mothers. She thought if only she was in her game she could shadowmeld, a move in which the character became invisible from all enemies if they stood still. That would surely be useful at moments like these.

"45 PERCENT, I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU STUDIED! There's no way with a mark like this that you could have even studied at all. You lied and just told us you studied didn't you? You were playing your dumb game again weren't you!? I don't want to see you playing that ever again. You're so lazy and you don't care about your marks do you?"

"Mom, I did study, and I don't play games anymore, I haven't in a long time." Even though she knew fighting back wouldn't get her anywhere she couldn't just sit and take it.

"You're such a liar! You're always sitting in your room playing those games and never doing your work!" Either her mother was just lying to prove her own point or she really didn't pay any attention to her daughter. Something that Celia preferred because it meant that she had a lot of time to herself and peace without her mother's racket.

"You can go to your room now. I don't want to see your face anymore; looking at you is pissing me off even more." This was her chance to escape to her sanctuary where no one else in her family went or dared to disturb her in, her bedroom.

As she quickly went up the stairs she could hear her mother complaining to her father behind her. With a sigh of relief she closed the bedroom door behind her and flopped onto her bed. It was after these fights that she wished she could go hang out with her game friends. Being with them would make her smile and happy no matter what disaster had just taken place.