Beep! Beep! Beep! There goes my annoying alarm clock that summons me from my dream world to push me towards my daily task of going to school. Ah… I thought to myself, my summer break finally ended. I dreaded the thought of going back to school, for the eighth time, as a matter of fact. Eager to see what society in California had to offer towards a person like me, I continued to enjoy sitting in front of my computer and expected being mocked by others. At least, I was able to talk to my best friend, Victor. Victor seemed to be the only person in middle school who truly understood my love and passion for video games. Other people would call me an addict, a freak, or someone who belonged in a different world. Gaming acted as a medicine for anything. It put my mind off of things, I ate and sat in front of my computer monitor for years, why let it get to me today?
I tried not to think about it, so I dressed up, had my scrambled eggs, and head out the door. “Bye ma!” My sneakers felt tight today, oddly enough. I haven’t gone out since my summer started, so perhaps I wasn’t used to it. As I walked, I encountered Victor along the way. We had our friendly greetings and, “long time no see,” conversations, which segued about our shenanigans over what games we played over the break. We walked all the way to school, the same way we did since the sixth grade.
Fort Irwin Middle School hasn’t changed a bit. Everybody was still divided into their sections based on their likes and dislikes. Naturally, Victor and I didn’t follow the crowd. No one really liked us. Well, no one liked me anyway, not that I cared. The bell rang at exactly 8:30, and our first period of our eighth grade was starting. We went to our homerooms and sat down. I looked around my class, to find out that nothing’s really changed. Then again, it was only two months. I lingered through all my classes with the same thought of when it was going to end, just so I can go back to talking to victor. The only colorful part of my day was lunch time, which I, once again, felt happy to talk to someone that cared.
Finally, my first day of school was over. I went home with the thought of my beloved keyboard and mouse, Of course, Victor and I would talk, until our paths parted. He lived in the same block as me, but my house came first. For the next two months, it went on this consistent cycle. Every day, though typical, felt like another opportunity to talk to my best friend. However, one day, our paths were about to be parted in a much greater scale. Victor tells me that he’s moving.
Hold the phone, chuck it across the window, and slap my silly. What did this mean? I had to go through school without someone to relate to, without someone to talk to, without someone who mattered!? My stomach twisted, ready to regurgitate. I had a look on my face of grief. I had to go through school, and the only impetus was going to leave me behind, to abandon me. I couldn’t blame Victor, he had a life to move on with. I wanted him to stay anyway, to talk about our favorite games, to go over to each other’s houses, and have a good laugh about silly ideas. Nothing else seemed to matter in school. Nothing did matter.
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