Video Games [Kellic]

Chapter 1

[EDITED]

It's funny. I had great friends, good grades and a decent reputation within the school community. I couldn't help but smile when around the people I enjoyed socializing with, as I felt like I was accepted.

Many people hated the thought of high school. They tended to associate it with shitty teachers, hot cheerleaders, dorks who got A's all around and wore thick rimmed glasses and that one coach which seemed to be way too competitive for their own good, as well as always looking like they were on steroids. You know, the typical stereotypes. Yes, you did get some kids who did fit into these categories, but overall, everyone was pretty ordinary.

Honestly though, I believed that I was the only one who enjoyed walking the halls of this place. Everyone seemed to complain about homework and that the meals in the cafeteria were crappy, but if you overlooked all of that, school was a great place for opportunities. You could meet new people, gain new skills and learn about different things happening in the world around you.

I didn't really care how nerdy I sounded, when I said I like school. I'd rather be there, with the people I liked to hang around with, rather than being at home, not knowing what awaited me.

This place was a safe haven for me. I didn't have to worry about insults and fists being thrown my way. I could enjoy my day, and throw all of my worries out of the window.

I didn't need my home. All I needed was my education and friends, and as soon as college came around, I was definitely sharing dorms with my best friend.

I probably got looked after better in school anyway. I was accepted there, I was liked there, I didn't have to worry about impressing anyone except for my teachers, which was quite the easy task.

I was in the "popular" group, as some would have said, but I didn't see it in that way. I saw it as a group of friends who were looked up to and I liked that definition much better. I was not an asshole, I was actually a really good guy, but the 'outcasts' - God, I hated labels - never thought I was nice enough, though I've never did anything bad to make them think that way.

All I wanted to achieve from school was to get great grades and a strong group of friends, which I achieved quite easily, after about two years into high school.

I was proud of myself and that's all that matters.

"Kellin Quinn Bostwick!" That all too familiar voice rung throughout my house, causing me to tense up instantly, as I walk through to door. I paused for a slight moment before continuing through to the living room.

There she was, the she devil herself, sitting on the couch with her arms folded across her chest. I stopped in the archway for a moment or two, watching her, as her own glare sent daggers my way.

"Um... Yeah, mom?" I spoke up, barely above a whisper.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asked, standing up and slowly making her way towards me, trying hard to be intimidating.

My mom wasn't like she used to be. She once was the sweetest person anyone could meet. Being caring was in her nature, and if anyone harmed anything she loved you would most defiantly have known about it. Now? I don't even know. She's changed. She found any and every excuse to yell at me. She took everything out on me, but what could I do? She was my mother. I couldn't fight back, as much as I wished to do so, If it were to be anyone else, I would have stood my ground, but if I were to have done so to her I'd feel somewhat awful.

"It's Wednesday, Mom. I had school." I told her timidly, looking to the floor, not meeting her eyes.

"What did I tell you about having attitude with me?" She warned. I could feel her glare on me, as I continued to stare to the floor.

"It's disrespectful. I'm sorry, Mom." I whispered,silently willing that she'll tell me to go to my room.

"Get out of my sight, I don't want to see you." I let out a sigh of relief and made the small walk to my room, smiling once I reached its safety.

I threw my backpack down, beside my door and walked straight over to my Xbox, pressing down the small button and smiling when it lit up green.

Playing my Xbox was the highlight of my night. I had nothing else to make me smile, so playing games all night was the only thing that actually made me smile genuinely, when I was in the house of mine.

I picked up my controller  from the floor and plugged in my headset, putting it comfortably on my head and placing the microphone by my mouth, smiling to myself, happy to be able to do what I love.

As soon as everything was set up, I quickly moved onto one of my favourite games; Call of Duty. Yes, I liked Call of Duty. I didn't understand why people hated when other people played it. It's entertaining, plus its even better when you're good at it. Not to blow my own horn, but I was more than good. I was the master of this game. No matter how much I played and no matter how many games they brought out, I was always top of the league. Well, my own league at least.

It wasn't long before it loaded and I instantly logged into my Xbox Live account.

Xx_MCRTRASH_xX

I chose the name at 14 and just stuck with it. It was not like it wasn't true, because it was. I was 100% Emo trash. I prayed to our Lord and saviour, Gerard Way, every night and would continue to, until My Chemical Romance reformed and came to my city to do a free show. I just wanted to see them live, okay? No. It was not okay. I was not okay.

All I was going to say, was that when Frank Favorited my tweet I cried and I was not someone who cried regularly.

The main menu appeared and I instantly clicked on the 'online' option, having played the story line nearly 5 times out of pure boredom.

I decided to play the game mode 'Team Deathmatch' just to warm up. I was pretty good at Call Of Duty 4, considering I got in 2007, but who doesn't love a classic?!

I was put into a lobby and looked at the map we were playing on... Showdown, hell yeah!

I took a quick glimpse at the player list, before directing my attention back to the timer.

3

2

1

And with that the game started, my team spawning on the far side of the map. I quickly saw that the enemy team was taking over the middle of the map, which was a stupid move so early on in the game.

I went to the edge of the map and ran around it, killing a few stragglers here and there, until the killcam appeared on my screen.

"What the fuck!" I shouted down the mic. There's a fucking sniper?

"Hey asshole with the sniper, stop camping you little shit." I let these games get to me too much.

"Hey, fuck you!" I heard in response, but instead of raging at him, I continued playing, finishing the game while only dying 5 times and getting 25 kills. I waspretty proud of that. I was actually the top of my teams leader board, but then I looked to the other teams.

xXx_GETREKT_xXx

Death count: 2

Kill count: 38

38?!

My whole team came second just because of that asshole. What the actual fuck. I was not allowing this.

I brought up his profile and messaged him.

To:xXx_GETREKT_xXx

Message: Rematch tomorrow.

I then sent it, a smug smirk forming on my lips.

Fuck that asshole and his sniper.

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Hey, It's Ashleigh and I can't explain how excited I am for this and I apologise for my lack of knowledge for COD.

Hey, Rachel (@SpecialLittleIdiot) here. I also want to apologise for my lack of COD knowledge also. I am also very excited for this! Thank you all!