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nekoma_shottie: exactly, i hate it. it's like.. if you're gonna ignore my advice then don't ask for it bitch.

nintendhoe: EXACTLY- i hate when people expect me to care about their problems. like... i barely care about my own.

nekoma_shottie: lmao, well ok. i have to get to practice so talk tmmr?

nintendhoe: like always.

nekoma_shottie: ... is typing

nekoma_shottie: --------------------------

i clicked out of the chat and my heart fluttered.

4 months of talking to someone, even when you've never seen them in person, can make you feel a bit attracted to their personality.

you kind of start to imagine what they look like subconsciously, and possibly fall for someone who's nothing like you expected.

nekoma_shottie, was his gamer tag.

i assumed he was a he because that's what he told me, not sure if someone would lie about that though.

we had met in a game lobby, i remember having my mic on and talking with the people before we played on this game called gun-zone/ final war.

one of the boys talking was so funny, he was trash talking another player, it seemed like maybe they knew eachother in real life.

it was really funny and i friended nekoma_shottie after that.

when he added me back, we started to chat privately and for some strange reason, i can still hear his cute little laugh from the one time we played with our mics on.

he knew my name was, y/n.

but i didn't know his.

he said he had social anxiety and when we discovered we would both be going to the same school next year, since i was transferring from out of state, he preferred not to tell me his name in case we ever crossed paths.

i'm not sure how the topic of school even came up, but it was hard to get him to talk again once he found out i could possibly be coming in contact with him for real.

but eventually he opened up again, and now we don't discuss personal details within our lives, that way I'd never notice him crossing my path.

again, we had been talking for months now, and everyday i looked forward to getting online at around 6 and playing games with him. and then chatting until he had to log off for practice.

i don't know what sport he plays, but i'm sure it's something that doesn't involve standing out much since his anxiety is so bad. It would be funny if he was the star player though.

i stood up from my gaming chair and stretched my legs. i would probably play on my nintendo switch after i ate dinner.

i actually wanted to play it right now, i was obsessed with gaming, and of course being a girl everyone always thinks it's for attention.

when in reality the only reason i'm eating dinner is because i skipped lunch to game longer.

not saying i skip meals regularly to game or anything.

~ that is what i'm saying, I do it all the time.

i walked out of my room flipping the switch off as i left. my hair was all over the place but i couldn't be bothered to fix it.

walking into the kitchen i smelled wonderful food.

my mom was a fantastic cook, and my dad was... well he tried his best!

my mom gave me a smile as i peeked into the pot to see boiling noodles.

"ooh i love when you make the spicy ones". i said giving her a peck on the cheek.

she was shorter than me and i often called her a baby for her lack of height.

"did you have fun on the game thing"? she asked.

she did her best to engage with me, and talk about the things i liked, but i could tell she knew nothing about the games i played, or the internet in general.

"i did". i said laughing at her wording.

~the game thing~

"the food is ready, i just have to set the table, so please grab your father. he's been working all day". she said to me.

"okay". i agreed nodding as i started to walk off and navigate to my fathers private study.

our house was quite large, in fact not to brag but i would say our house was well over average.

that's thanks to my hard working father.

he spends so much time in his office it's like his bedroom.

i even caught him sleeping in his office chair one time. he had been so exhausted he couldn't bother to make his way to him and my mothers room across the house.

i lightly tapped on the glass of the door, covered with a curtain, and waited for my father to ask "who's there"?

i said "me". with a faint tone and he told me to come in.

i opened the double doors and walked into the large study, instead of a bright overhead light he had a soft orange light lamp in the corner, it was peaceful in here. and his incense burner made the room smell like fresh firewood.

it was a bit cold, the overhead fan was on full spin and my father still dressed up in a suit and tie even though he worked from home.

"how was your day"? my father asked as he glanced up at me from writing on a stack of papers.

his square glasses gleamed with an orange tint.

"it was great". i said.

"the food is done". i added.

he smiled and clicked his pen.

then he removed his glasses, setting them on the dark oak desk and stood up with pace.

"are you hungry"? i asked laughing sarcastically.

"i sure am". he added coming around the table and giving me a side hug before leading me out of his office and closing the door behind him.

walking back into the kitchen, my mother had already set the dining table and poured our glasses.

"i made this fresh juice today". my mom said as she now topped off her own glass.

"can't wait to try it". my father said with a smile. as he gave my mother a kiss on the forehead and we all sat down at the table to eat.

we bowed our heads in unison and blessed our food silently.

it might be a sin, but during the blessing i usually just recite a part of my favorite song in my head, and then pretend i did the blessing.

not because i wasn't greatful for the food, just because it was awkward to talk to myself in my head, and i didn't really know what to say.

we all opened our eyes and started to eat, as my dad talked about how great sales were going and my mom talked about purchasing some more seeds for her garden.

everything here was pretty perfect for me.

people might get jealous, or feel weirded out by our daily interaction.

but honestly we're only like this because we've only had eachother.

we used to be so poor my mother said there was a time when she only owned one pair of clothes because she sold the rest of them for food.

my father had no job.

and i didn't even know what a gaming system was, that's the real tragedy.

i was 6 when my dad struck the financial lottery.

his sales pitch that he had given 3 years prior.

had finally gotten approved. and it did so well he became one of the top leaders of japan's highest ranking business.

a company called GAMECORE.

it sold video games, electric sets, computers, and launched new things everyday.

people from all over the world sent cash to the business in exchange for new games and consoles.

it was amazing.

now we lived in lavish and harmony.

knowing the hardships of living with nothing but eachother, only made being rich that much more satisfying.

i could have anything i wanted, but i appreciated it so much more.

the reason i moved here to japan with my family, was because i got bullied so bad at my old school for being "the poor girl".

i couldn't bare to spend another year there.

now maybe at nekoma i can finally have a new start, and be someone else.

the invisible girl preferably.

no one needs to know who my dad is, it only brings out fake friends... or jealous people who try to fight for no reason.

oaktree- WELL THEN. i hope you're enjoying the very first chapter of my brand new book!!! ahhh.

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