You hear a loud buzzing and groan. Another day of school. You flail your hand around the air randomly, and thwack your alarm clock. You got up and fling on some clothes, yawning.
"Honey! It's time to come down!" You heard your Mum's voice call from below. You leap down the stairs three at a time. You swing round the banister and into the kitchen. You sit down at the table.
"Have you brushed your teeth?" your Mum asks. You shake your head.
"Have you washed your face?" your Mum asks. You shake your head.
"Have you packed your bag?" your Mum asks. You shake your head.
"Have you done anything?" your Mum asks. You shake your head. She puts her hand to her forehead.
"Why don't you speak to me anymore!" she groans desperately. You shrug. She places your breakfast in front of you, and walks away. You shovel the food down your mouth, and get up. You open the front door and leave. You start to walk to school. On your way past, you see the old arcade. You notice something that you've always walked past and ignored. Five massive letters hang over the entrance.
FLYNN.
You suddenly remember the conversation that you had last night on omegle. You want to go in. School starts in almost two hours, so you'll have time. It couldn't hurt... could it? You walk in, curious. Immediately lights flicker on and loud music starts to play. You look around at all of the old arcade games. One catches your eye. It says in big black letters...
TRON.