Virtual Connection

Solo Player

"Adam!" I awoke from my peaceful slumber to hear a demanding voice say, I merely groaned and shut my eyes again, hoping for that comforted feeling that is sleep.

"Adam Johnson!! Up!" I heard again.

I groaned. "For gods sake woman!! Can't you give me a second of peace?!" I yelled back.

I heard heavy footsteps as my mom opened my door, her long black hair was tied up in it's usual tight bun, she was wearing her work suit, her dark green eyes piercing.

"Adam, is that any way to speak to your mother?" She growled.

I sighed, speaking in that good boy tone they always demanded of me. "No mother." I realized how dead this voice sounded, but she seemed pleased.

"Good. Now get up and get dressed. School starts soon." She walked back downstairs, her heels clomping against the ground as she walks.

I stared up at the ceiling for awhile. Thinking about my life.

It was rather sophisticated. My parents constantly stressing me over my grades. I was in football, star quarterback.

But that all didn't matter to me, the thing i enjoyed the most, was video games. Especially Virtual Reality.

My parents dispised that part of me. They'd always say it was bad for my brain and could affect my grades. But what do they know?

They were always working, never paying attention to the things I wanted. But what does that matter? I don't really know if my parents ever truly cared about my feelings or desires. I don't remember much of my childhood.

"ADAM!!!!" The voice of my father shook the house. I jumped, my eyes widening in fear.

I hopped out of bed and ran to my dresser, opening it and pulling out my jeans and dark blue t-shirt, slipping them on.

I looked into the mirror hanging above my dresser, my dark brown hair was ruffled and messed up. My baby blue eyes looked dead and broken. I sighed softly.

"Who even are you? What happened to Adam Johnson?" I sighed again, grabbing my phone off the charger and stuffing it into my jean pocket. I ran my fingers through my hair to make it look decent, then grabbed my black high tops with white bottoms, sliding them on and running downstairs.

My mother was at the dining room table, her laptop in front of her. My father was standing directly in front of me. Glaring down at me.

"Adam Grey Johnson, what took you so long?" My father's black eyes piercing into my soul.

"S-Sorry sir, I was daydreaming." I said, swallowing hard to hide my stutter. Mt father growled, his eyes burning deeper into my heart.

"Daydreaming? The hell you were." He scoffed, walking over to the couch and laying his laptop on his lap. "Go to school Adam. And swallow that stutter of yours, speak to your father like a man."

"Yes sir." I said monotonously. I sighed and grabbed my backpack off the table, swinging it over my shoulder and walking outside. Headed toward the bus stop.

It was a quiet ride to school, I never really talked much on the bus, just put my headphones on and shut out the world. I'd often get lost in my music. It's a way for me to forget about the constant struggles of my life and just... Live.

I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I looked up to realize the bus had stopped and we had arrived at school. I took off my headphones and looked back to the person who warned me. It was a woman. She had long orange
hair tied up into a pony tail, as well as shimmering hazel eyes hidden behind black glasses. She had a hardcover book held close to her flat chest. She was rather beautiful.