Life As We Know It

A Harmless Kid's Game

CHAPTER 1

I walked into the kitchen. "Hey," said Peachia, (@Peaches_is_awesome) my neighbor, who was staying over for a night. I took out a butterknife and spread peanut butter and cherry jam on a slice of bread. Suddenly, Peachia's face got serious. "Did you hear?" She asked, concerned. "What?" I asked. "Par (@Parabolic) told me that Sofia (@SapphireRose) told him that Molly (@Matlen) told her that Jackie (@Jackie_the_hedgehog) told her that Ella (@Elleyd) told her that.... they deleted the game Tag!" I gasped.
"Why?" I asked.
"I have no idea!" I said, concerned. I paced around the room.
"The creators must be out of their minds!" I insisted. Peachia just shook her head nonchalantly. "I'm calling Raina (@Rainbow_Dashy) right now!"
I grabbed the telephone and typed quietly.
"Hello?"
"This citizen of Q Town is not available at this time. Please leave a message and try again later." BEEP!
"Raina, is it true? It can't be... can't be true... they deleted the tag ga-" The voice of the machine sounded again.
"Please respect the deleted game tag. Many people like to play it to get some exercise, but the game is repetitive and has caused a couple of people to have died. We prevent the repetitive game and prevent people being hurt if they aren't tagged."
"Get off my line!" I yelled at the machine. The line clicked dead.
I cannot believe it! I thought. Whatever, I thought again, I think I will go on Story Line.com. Story Line was where you could make stories.
I logged in and created a story. It was a fan fic about the creators cruel ways.
I had written 1000 characters and was ready to end the story of the horrifying incident of the harmless game being erased from manhood and womenhood,  but a sign popped up above the title of the story, "The Creators are Monsters."
"The entire story body text should have at least 2000 characters" it read. I gasped. The creators have never been like this before!
My friend Riley (@Rebellion) was against the creators. I never really believed that Q Town could be managed by such monsters as he described until the message Peachia brought me today. I called him but stopped. A whistle was blowing outside. Sound filled the air. The TV clicked off in the other room as Peachia scrambled out the door, me on her heels.The whistle was a signal. The Creators wanted us to the Stadium.
Speakers boomed inside the Stadium. Sound filled the room. Tension was not the word used to describe what was going on.
Par stared at me from the room. His black hair was concealed under a blue cap, and gelled back. His girlfriend Sofia had brushed out her blond hair. Her eyes flashed wildly. Her hand slipped through Par's. He abandoned it and walked towards me, Sofia at his heels.
"What are they doing?" He asked.
I couldn't answer. I didn't know.
The whistle stopped as Crystal (@Crystal_Rebel) came in. Jaclyn Winters (@JeweledOwl812) flashed me a look. A question lingered in her eyes. Cara Jackmes,(@XxxCrystalWingsxxX) her cousin, was concerned. "Where is Riley?" I mumbled. The Creators, in neat black pants and white shirts, appeared in the center of the stadium. The crowd went wild.
Aria (@Number1Arianator) cheered as a boy pressed a microphone to his lips. She had had a crush on him for decades.
He mumbled slightly. "Hello."
The crowd cheered. Me and Par exchanged a knowing look.
"This is Riley."
More cheers. Riley came out in a blue and white shirt with a red jacket. "Riley!" I called. Riley stared at me. His eyes flashed.
"Riley doesn't like us."
Boos from a part of the crowd, Jerk from the other. I could hear Peachia's heartbeat.
"He will drink the death potion."
The cheers outnumbered the gasps. Jackie got up. Par grabbed her arm, but Jaclyn raced to the center of the stadium. "Jaclyn!" I called. I ran after Jaclyn. Peachia tried what looked like grasping my arm, but failed. She slipped on spilled Gatorade. Q Town was looking at me. The Creators were looking at me.
Riley was looking at me.
I struggled to run to where Jaclyn was.
The next was in slow potion. The Creator Aria liked pressed the potion into Riley's mouth. I pushed a punch towards the bottle. The glass shattered. Purple solution splashed everywhere. Jaclyn's jeans looked purple. Aria clearly didn't like Mr. Creator anymore.
Two creators grabbed Riley. They lead him away. The other two ran after me and Jaclyn.

We ran home.

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"We have to do something," I insisted to Par the next afternoon. "Something," he agreed.