Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

This isn't for readers younger than 15. You are warned.






Extremely crude words. Violence(virtually). Swearing and terms inappropriate for viewers younger than 15, I think.





 Who cares? See something you don't like and not for you, stop reading. 





You are warned.









Just Kidding, lol.







Chapter1.0


Emma Kate Winter. Age 18. College dropout. Tomboy. Living in parents' basement. Extreme Game Otaku AKA a Game addict. 


"Yeah dude! Let's send their sorry asses to hell!" I holler into the mouthpiece as I punch buttons furiously on my Xbox pad. "Yeah Em, well said!" I hear my best friend Ray reply through the Earphones. One more punch of a button, I roll back in my bean bag in complete satisfaction. "That was intense bro" I say. "Hell ya man, glad we won. Lvl 500 is ours baby!" Ray replies. I grin. I'm about to reply when I hear my mom and dad's thunderous footsteps, coming down the basement stairs.

I roll my eyes. The cliché act of hiding what I was doing was so not happening. I removed my headphones and grab a can of coke off the flat screen TV. Opening it and gulping it down, I watch as mom sighed at the mess around my beanbag and dad shake his head in disappointment at the game that I was playing. 
 
They are acting weird. Dad would have begun to scold me by now and mom would have started to pick up the trash around me. "Emma" Dad begins. Finally, here comes the scolding, nothings wrong, everything's fine. "Yes papa?" I reply extra sweetly, just like I did everytime. "Things can go on like this Kate, and you know it!" Mom butts in. Excuse me, Mom, you're meant to pick up the trash like you always do, not do dad's part of the bargain. "She's right Emma" Dad continues. What's going on? Why aren't they following the routine? Where's my day going to? Why are the each calling one of my two names?

"You're going to Trinity's Correction College (Facility)" Mom says, dropping the bomb shell. Are you folks blind? There's clearly a bracket containing something unpleasant. " I'm sorry, what?" I reply, dumbfounded. Dad nods. "Trinity's Correction College (Facility), you're going there tomorrow morning" Mom repeats. Aww come on! There it is again, aren't you hearing yourself? Trinity's Correction College (Facility) what does that even mean? Why was I going there to be *CORRECTED*? Did I do something wrong by playing not less than 18 hours a day, everyday? Was it bad if I did nothing but play games and waste money? Nothing wrong there, right?