Creative Writing: I Had To Quit High School

Gaming is the only thing I like to do. In only 11th grade, I’m sick of school, I hate it, all the people and the teachers. I’ve decided to quit high school. On November 15, 2616, that was the day my life changed. Walking home from school, I look up at the sky. “It's a cloudy day with a slight chance of rain,” I remembered from hearing it from somewhere, but I couldn’t remember exactly where. My house was just a few blocks down the road. The rain started to pour, and hard. I ran home as fast as I could. I stopped right at my door, and felt the rage coming out of me. I ran in and slammed the door hard, and quickly ran up the stairs. My mom heard the door slam and was standing at the kitchen. “Welcome home Alex,” my mom said in an emotionless way. I saw the food she had prepared for me on the table in my room. Ignoring it I turned on my computer and launched “Scarlet Swords.” Putting on my headphones, I sent Brandi and Jason an invite to my team, on my other monitor I pulled up teamspeak and began talking to my friends.

“Hey Alex, hey Jason, you guys ready for another raid?” Brandi asked us.

“What’s up guys, I’m ready to beat up the boss today,” Jason yelled. I heard someone at my door, it was my mom, she had this really blank look on her face, it was kinda scary. “Can you eat your food, it's getting cold already. You have to stop play video game and start studying or you won’t make it into a good college,” said my mother. Without thinking I threw my controller at the wall next to her. It stuck right in the wall. I looked at the plate of food on the table next to me and toss that out the