Cyber And Reality

DGM

Chapter 1

Prologue

Allen groaned and stomped up the stairs and into his attic of a room. He placed his head on his pillow and turned the lamp on. The place was crowded and he was alone. As usual. He had work to do, school wise and chore wise. He had to go work for that insane Cross womanizer and keep up with High School education. He only had to deal with this for a couple of more years and he's homebound. Freedom! "Hopefully it'll come by in a flash." Allen muttered, taking his laptop out.

Allen typed away on his keyboard. He finished all his homework and made this account on Stream Network. Some of his teachers wanted him to socialize more and ordered him to create an account on the website. Of course, he didn't put his name as the username. He simply put down CrownClown95. He didn't need to hear anything from the kids at school, if any of them even knew his name.

Anyway, the teachers thought this would be a good thing for Allen. He had no friends and though online, he could easily get friends. It was a safe program, it was free, and everyone basically had an account. Even middle schoolers and elementary kids had one. Allen had been the only one not wanting to participate, but his teachers went on and on. He finally agreed.

The thing is, the teachers have their own accounts and they contact the students with them, but they couldn't read any other message except the one you sent them. The students never talk to them though. Even if they post something for all to see. That was because the teachers were in a different network group. The students have to personally send one of their teachers a message for them to see anything. The reason for this is because Stream Network was created for school students. So they could all talk and a whole bunch of crap Allen found strange... Only because he had no one to talk to.

So, another big thing, to the students, the school can NOT get into your account and can NOT look through your mail nor can anyone else. There were tree different ways to talk to people: you can email someone for a one on one chat, for other people to join in the conversation ,or for everyone to see. Allen's thoughts? Sarcastically, woopy do. "It's not like it's going to work." Allen mumbled, closing is computer and getting out of bed to start working.

-o0o- The Next Day -o0o-

Allen was bored and Cross was out on a date. Figures. All his work is done and he had no money and there was no place to go without running into someone. He didn't want to talk and he didn't want to have stares on him. His white hair and his scar got so annoying. He wished for them to just vanish.

Out of nowhere, he heard a cling-da-bing. Quizzically, he looked around and furrowed his brows. His eyes landed on his computer screen as it lit up and a picture of an envelope zoomed around. He tapped the keypad and the internet tab appeared with the inbox on Stream Network. The picture faded and he read the screen.

Allen sighed as he messed around with the settings so that the yellow envelope wouldn't appear and that the sound wasn't as loud. After that, he dully opened the private message, then waited for the page to load. Even when the mail appeared he only stared at it. Unsure if he should read it, but eventually decided to.

The arrow moved over the username and he read it aloud to himself. "ButterflyGirl?"

Allen read the message, feeling a bit surprised. Whoever she was, she liked the name he put down and decided to give him a friend request. She found it interesting, original, very different, and funny. Allen was about to decline, seeing how he didn't want to talk to anyone and he wasn't good at it, but something stopped him. He felt the need of a conversation for once. The emptiness in him needed filled. Verbally or the cyber way. Whatever his reason, he approved and he emailed her back.

That's where his story started. Where everything began. But for the better or the worst?

I'm sorry it's so short, but I thought I do the prologue properly. The next update should be up tomorrow. Maybe. Please review. Trust me, it gets much better.