battleground. Nobody bother me,” Kaydinn said suddenly.
It dropped the guild into silence, not so much because he was intimidating and actually needed silence, but mostly because everyone was off selling their loot from the dungeon and had exhausted the topic of how to get into the mysterious cabin.
Today I was taking my character Xandris out questing. I had reached the level cap right after the last expansion came out , but I still loved all of the funny little storylines that went along with picking up quests. I did them anyway, even though I didn’t really gain experience from them anymore.
So , something really weird happened today that I have to tell you about , Parker typed to me in a private message.
I stared at his words for a moment, almost positive his “weird thing” had to do with my momentary lapse in coolness. I didn’t reply, hoping that he would think I was away from my keyboard or just missed his message. Unfortunately, he didn’t bother to wait for a response before continuing on with his story.
Remember those cheerleaders I told you about? The ones who knocked my food tray out of my hands? he asked, clearly not actually expecting me to respond, since he went right ahead with the rest of his story.
Well , the blonde one came over to my table today at school. I thought she was going to give me a citation for breathing or something, but instead she just sat there and looked at me. Then she gave me a half empty soda can. It was bizarre.
I read his words over and over again, knowing full well that my behavior was pretty dorky and saying it was “bizarre” was a really nice way to put it. I couldn’t quite think of a response to this, so I simply typed back, Yeah that is weird and hoped that he’d leave it at that.
He didn’t , of course.
Why do you think she did that?
As if I would know.
I guess technically I did know, but if I didn’t happen to be that weirdo cheerleader , how would he expect me to know?
Maybe she had a different reason for going over there and changed her mind, I answered, trying to sound like a completely objective third party observer.
I have to admit though— there was a small part of me that wanted to tell Parker who I was. It would be kind of nice to have someone at school who I could talk to about things I was actually interested in. Of course, even if he did know who I was, I wouldn’t ever be caught dead hanging out with him. Not after all the soul-crushing work I’d gone through to solidify my safety in high school.
Okay , so that made me sound completely shallow. I could admit that. Sometimes I wasn’t a very nice person and sometimes I did things I wasn’t proud of, but like I’ve said, it’s so much better to be part of the mean girl crowd than on the receiving end of their wrath.
I was thinking that maybe she’s different from those other girls, Parker typed after a long textual silence.
I stared at his words for a long time until they disappeared from my screen, pushed up and out of the chat window by the hundreds of people in the main city talking about trading items, who had better equipment, and why the latest annoying spammer shouldn’t be alive.
I tried to think of a good response—for some reason why I was better than Tawny, or Kimber, or any of the other rude girls on The Squad. In the end, I gave Parker the simplest answer I could think of.
She’s not .
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“Reagan, where are you going?” Cannon asked as I was applying lip gloss in the bathroom that same night. I had decided that I needed to unplug from the game for a while so that my thoughts would stop getting confused.
No , I didn’t really want to be a soul-sucking sociopath, (even if that phrase was kind of catchy) but I didn’t really see the rest of The Squad becoming nice all of a sudden, so I needed to focus on getting back to my normal life.
The game was a good distraction from everything that went on at school and the horrible things Tawny did that I pretended
It dropped the guild into silence, not so much because he was intimidating and actually needed silence, but mostly because everyone was off selling their loot from the dungeon and had exhausted the topic of how to get into the mysterious cabin.
Today I was taking my character Xandris out questing. I had reached the level cap right after the last expansion came out , but I still loved all of the funny little storylines that went along with picking up quests. I did them anyway, even though I didn’t really gain experience from them anymore.
So , something really weird happened today that I have to tell you about , Parker typed to me in a private message.
I stared at his words for a moment, almost positive his “weird thing” had to do with my momentary lapse in coolness. I didn’t reply, hoping that he would think I was away from my keyboard or just missed his message. Unfortunately, he didn’t bother to wait for a response before continuing on with his story.
Remember those cheerleaders I told you about? The ones who knocked my food tray out of my hands? he asked, clearly not actually expecting me to respond, since he went right ahead with the rest of his story.
Well , the blonde one came over to my table today at school. I thought she was going to give me a citation for breathing or something, but instead she just sat there and looked at me. Then she gave me a half empty soda can. It was bizarre.
I read his words over and over again, knowing full well that my behavior was pretty dorky and saying it was “bizarre” was a really nice way to put it. I couldn’t quite think of a response to this, so I simply typed back, Yeah that is weird and hoped that he’d leave it at that.
He didn’t , of course.
Why do you think she did that?
As if I would know.
I guess technically I did know, but if I didn’t happen to be that weirdo cheerleader , how would he expect me to know?
Maybe she had a different reason for going over there and changed her mind, I answered, trying to sound like a completely objective third party observer.
I have to admit though— there was a small part of me that wanted to tell Parker who I was. It would be kind of nice to have someone at school who I could talk to about things I was actually interested in. Of course, even if he did know who I was, I wouldn’t ever be caught dead hanging out with him. Not after all the soul-crushing work I’d gone through to solidify my safety in high school.
Okay , so that made me sound completely shallow. I could admit that. Sometimes I wasn’t a very nice person and sometimes I did things I wasn’t proud of, but like I’ve said, it’s so much better to be part of the mean girl crowd than on the receiving end of their wrath.
I was thinking that maybe she’s different from those other girls, Parker typed after a long textual silence.
I stared at his words for a long time until they disappeared from my screen, pushed up and out of the chat window by the hundreds of people in the main city talking about trading items, who had better equipment, and why the latest annoying spammer shouldn’t be alive.
I tried to think of a good response—for some reason why I was better than Tawny, or Kimber, or any of the other rude girls on The Squad. In the end, I gave Parker the simplest answer I could think of.
She’s not .
+++
“Reagan, where are you going?” Cannon asked as I was applying lip gloss in the bathroom that same night. I had decided that I needed to unplug from the game for a while so that my thoughts would stop getting confused.
No , I didn’t really want to be a soul-sucking sociopath, (even if that phrase was kind of catchy) but I didn’t really see the rest of The Squad becoming nice all of a sudden, so I needed to focus on getting back to my normal life.
The game was a good distraction from everything that went on at school and the horrible things Tawny did that I pretended
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