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     The sound of my fingertips hitting the keys whenever I type is very soothing for some unknown reason; it has been that familiar sound ever since my preadolescence . It's weird but I actually enjoy typing though I mostly despised it during middle school years because all we did was type during our computer subject. I didn't get it; why did our grumpy teacher taught us about the proper placing of our fingers for specific keys and whatnot. Not lying but until now, I still don't get it. Well, its not like it really matters to me anyway.

        I stared at my screen. What to do now? I think I've pretty much done everything. Scrolled through my Facebook news feed and it was great... Nothing greater than looking at a bunch of useless and uninteresting posts from my 'friends'--And trust me when I said friends, I meant, acquaintances I don't even talk to. It's not like I don't like interacting, it just never happened though I won't deny, I do like spending time alone better than being mixed up with different people. I got my daily dose of 9gag posts too and it was duller than usual, why is this site dying? I also read a bunch of articles and nothing caught my eye and that's probably because I like to think that I've seen it all. I adjusted my position and because I'm using a laptop, maneuvering is easier. I rested my head on my bed's headboard, my back being supported by my two over sized pillows stacked together. This day is very boring; too boring that I actually feel like going out. I looked for my phone and I don't know why but it ended up on the floor, I shrugged; poor phone, I think it attempted to commit suicide, too bad it didn't succeed, and because of that thought, my brain did what it usually does: Over think and imagine.

     'Doesn't that really suck though? Trying to end everything but fail? That's like one of the worst case scenarios, specially if you jumped somewhere and you know, you just ended up with broken bones or something. The reactions that you'll get from people too... Specially ones from your family; what will they think?' What if I did it, how will mine react?'

        My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration from my phone; I received a text message from my cousin, Emilia, asking if I want to come over and hang out. Perfect timing, Em, good job. I got up and took a bag out of my closet, I turned off my laptop and placed it inside the bag with a medium sized pouch which contains my laptop's charger; no way I'm going out without my other half aka laptop. I changed my baggy imagine dragons shirt that I got from my best friend last Christmas and wore a fitted plain black shirt instead. I'm ready. Before I went out, I knocked on my parent's door to ask for permission, I opened the door once I heard my mom's voice, "Mom, I'm going to Emilia's, she wants to hang out. Boredom is killing me and you know, we need our cousin bonding" She laughed lightly and said, "That sound good, dear. Finally, you decided to actually come out of your room" I chuckled then sighed, "Mom, I'm Batman, don't worry" and with that, I bid my farewell and left. 

     I don't usually go out and that's probably why my mom allows me whenever I actually want to. Parties? Yeah, sure; I like being alone but not all the time. There are actually times when I feel like drinking and partying but that rarely happens and my parents, they know that I drink; my first drinking 'session' was with them actually. We were in a karaoke place somewhere with the whole family because we were celebrating my mother's birthday and I drank too much so I ended up vomiting in the toilet room, but of course, I was still able to handle myself though when it was time to go, I was slumped on a couch outside of the building and it was horrible because everything was spinning and my head felt like it was being bashed on the wall repeatedly so after that, I definitely controlled my alcohol intake.

   I arrived at my cousin's house twenty minutes later, I payed the cab and went out. I rang their doorbell and waited, I stared at their huge velvet colored door and my thoughts consumed me again.

   'What am I going to do here again? Wait, I think I should have stayed home but no, it's too late now. I guess we can watch a movie? Or maybe talk about our childhood? This is exhausting but positive thoughts. You. Need. More. Human. Interaction.'

     And finally, the door opened. Their helper greeted me with a smile, which I returned; I like people who smile at me, I think they spread good vibes in this world. As I entered, their Akita-Labrador mix dog greeted me, he's a huge black dog that enjoyed humping basically everything so luckily, he's leashed. I went inside and straightly went to Emilia and Josephine's room. They're my cousins and closest friends too; I remember playing dolls with them years ago. Emilia's the older sister and she's older than me too, we have a one year gap so the order is Emilia, me, then Josephine. 

     "Zafiene, you came! I thought your lazy ass is going to win again" Emilia joked around. I jokingly rolled my eyes and I disposed my bag on their table. "Nah, I'm in desperate need of 'fun' or something interesting to do, it's too boring today" Josephine threw a pillow at me and giggled, seeing that her long jet black hair tied up into a bun, that's what I targeted, I jumped onto her bed and aimed to remove her hair tie. She kept on shouting as I tried to get my hands on her bun but her hands tried to restrict mine and for some reason, in my mind, she sounded like Tarzan and I couldn't stop myself from laughing; Emilia just comfortably sat on her own bed while doing stuff on her laptop. When I finally succeeded, Josephine's neatly tied hair was no more and she looked like one of those zombie survivors because of how messy she looks; I composed myself and gave the hair tie back.  

   I faced Emilia and asked, "What are you up to? You look like granny because of how serious you look" She faintly smiled and simply shook her head, I transferred and sat on her bed and took a peak of what's flashing on her screen. 

               "ReedRite.com, what? That sounds stupid" I said as I was twirling my permed auburn hair.

               "Can't you see what they did there? ReedRite... Read-Write?"

               "Pfft, I get it but what is it? A writing and reading website?"

     Emilia nodded and said, "Good job, Sherlock" I rolled my eyes again and lightly punched her shoulder. She's writing now? I know she likes reading but I didn't know about writing. I stood up and took my bag, I'm going to check out that website, it seems interesting. I took my laptop out of the bag and turned it on, when it did, I opened a browser, "It's ReedRite.com" I mumbled to myself as I typed. When it finally loaded, I was greeted by a neat looking page, its orange theme looks nice and I like the slogan too with its fancy looking font which says, "Read, Write, Socialize" This is intriguing; the sign up button was on the upper right side of the page, I clicked it and it immediately loaded. I don't really write stories, I read but I prefer reading if i have the actual book; I started filling out the details and once again, my thoughts evaded.

       'I think I'm up for the challenge.'