Television corrupts the brain, as studies have shown. When watching T.V. for long periods of time, it changes the anatomical structure of one's brain and lowers verbal abilities. Behaviorally, it sometimes causes higher rates of antisocial behavior, obesity, and mental health problems. But this isn't why Skylar didn't like the television. It produces lies, showing the audience different shows or movies that, all together, have the same things; perfect worlds with perfect problems and perfect solutions to every perfect problem.
Skylar never liked T.V., but that never stopped her from wishing she could be those people inside the box. Skylar could have cared less about the scientific studies on the detrimental effects of sitting in front of a metal box for hours on end. She could've cared less about the terrible acting, or cliche endings. What she cared about the most, was the portrayal. Skylar hated how each character on each t.v. shows were made with some sort of problem that could easily be fixed.
Sure, Skylar was probably overthinking things, but she was eleven. An eleven-year-old kid is bound to overthink the smallest of things, especially since those things are pieces of fiction.
Skylar had never known what it was like to have normal problems, that's partially why she hated television so much. Her life was far different than anything the T.V. portrayed and it made her feel heartbroken. The shows made it seem like their problems were the worst problems in the universe. Again, her eleven-year-old brain was overthinking it all, but what else could she do? She was stuck in a house with just her imagination and thoughts.
At this moment, Skylar wished she was in front of the cursed T.V. instead of an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. She was acting as bait for one of her dad's schemes again. Skylar sat on a crate with her legs crossed, glancing around her with caution as criminals continued to work around her.
She wasn't sure what everyone was doing individually, but she knew it wasn't good.
" Skylar !"
The young brunette flinched and turned her head towards the sound of her father's voice, waiting for him to continue.
"Hey, kiddo." Her father rubbed her head, "Are you doing okay?"
Skylar nodded, "Yes, sir."
Her father sat next to her, looking at all the working men and women. Skylar following his gaze, observing all of the hard and calloused faces.
"Well, we're almost done. We're just doing a quick re-calibration of a few of the stunners and we'll be all set." Her dad looked through his dirty blonde bangs with cynical pride.
Skylar nodded, knitting her eyebrows together slightly. She didn't like his plans, people always ended up getting hurt, especially innocent people. The only good part about this plan, in particular, was that it was in a remote place. Skylar always hated her dad's schemes, but she kept it to herself so she wouldn't anger him. Going along with it seemed to not rile her dad up as much as he usually was.
"Do you know your part, Skylar?" He looked at her expectantly.
Skylar nodded, "Yes, sir."
"Good," his face morphed into a scowl as he pointed harshly at his daughter's face. She flinched back as her father growled, " Now don't screw it up. He needs to pay."
And with that, her dad stood and walked towards a group of loitering criminals, leaving Skylar fearful of the future.
Skylar wasn't supposed to know what her father's plan entailed, he feared that she would somehow mess everything up since she was a child. But Skylar was smart, smarter than most kids her age.
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