Metal and Stingers

Weekend relaxation

The night was quiet, except for the occasional passing car. Many people passed through Jasper, on their way to bigger and better cities than what this town had to offer. The moon was waxing glad, meaning that the full moon was coming soon. Stars coated the black sky like glitter, and a solidarity wind blew through the mostly sleeping town.

Mostly sleeping because some residents were still up.

You were one of those still awake residents, fooling around on your laptop. Computer games were the deal, and you were currently looking up how to get past a perticular enemy on the games wiki.

You'd call it studying up. Others would call it cheating. You'd call those people sore losers stuck on a level they were too stubborn to check out online.

You had headphones on, of course, and blasting some of your favourite music that got your blood pumping, and/or your spirits high.

Some of them were actual songs, others were mostly dubstep with some words. No matter what was on, you mumbled along to the words or to the music.

Weekends were the bomb.

You checked the clock and snorted.

"Twelve fifteen. Ha! I can stay up later than that!" You whispered to yourself, switching tabs from the wiki back to the game. You unpaused it and began beating the enemy the way the wiki told you to. Soon enough, they were defeated, and you smiled while continuing on to the next stage.

Weekends were pretty notorious in Jasper. While people some people stayed at home, asleep or not, there were some who went out; either to street race or cause a ruckus and vandalize something. The latter was why there was police patrolling the streets, to keep the hooligans in check. The former, though illegal, was mostly left alone by the police force. Heck, even some of the police watched over it and participated!

Though it was pretty fun apparently, and it seemed like something that you would do (half stereotype, half actually went across in your head/you've gone to a few races to see the action), you neither had a car, or the boldness to actually race.

The people who did usually had dipped up cars, and cheated a lot. There have been many injured off road racers in the town's hospital.

You were more comfortable staying at home and crushing opponents at online games. Never talking in chat, just full out playing the game. In fact, you disabled the chat every time you log in. The hissy fits some people throw whilst playing was distracting when walls of text suddenly jump up at you.

You were here to play, not to argue with whomever else might be playing.

A car passed by your house, and you watched the headlights flash past your window, wondering who of your neighbours it was.

You didn't live on the Main Street like most; you lived a little ways off, in an incomplete never-to-be-completed offshoot. It had been built originally to house some random influx of people, but they must have realized what a crap town this was, and what a crap idea it was. So the road had been hastily fashioned into a cul-de-sac and the few houses built completed before the project had been abandoned and forgotten. The road had undergone a few patches since then, but there was nothing to really see here.

Your parents had been one of the many people who had moved to Jasper within that influx. But instead of realizing their mistakes like the other smarter people, they moved into this house and stayed, having you a few years later.

You loved your parents, but they had bad taste in choosing living space.

The car passed by again, and you mused that it must have been a passerby that turned down the wrong road, or maybe a drunk driver who did the same. You turned your attention back to the game at hand and carefully grabbed a small handful of chocolate chips that came from your stash.