C U L8R, Pt 6: Tinytina Stays At Home
I poured a bowl of Kellog’s Frosted Flakes. I went to the fridge to get some milk for my bowl. I passed a mirror along the way. In the mirror, I saw a man. I screamed.
He vanished, but it seemed his cold eyes were burnt into the mirror before me. I backed away and did a three-sixty, looking everywhere, nearly crying. Was that actually real? I shivered and ran up to my room. I would miss school today. I didn’t care. I would say I was sick, and lock myself in my room for the rest of the day.
But there was my computer in my room. It made me feel an almost insuppressible urge to go over to it. I screamed again. He was there, in the reflection of the black screen, staring at me. I turned around. No one was there. I jiggled the mouse to get the screen off black, so I couldn’t see him. But that was a mistake. An IM had popped up for me.
?: Tinytina stays at home, but she really isn’t alone, tinytina goes to school, but she’s still just my tool.