Verse/Luka/Waste time on the computer
From Create Your Own Story
You roam the Internet until the evening, ignoring both the arrival of your father and mother in the middle of it. She'll leave food for you anyway, for when you feel it's safe enough to trudge out there. The clock strikes ten before you finally do. You find a bowl on the kitchen table, a napkin hiding the traditional style rice and fried meat. You eat it quickly, before dumping the dish into the sink and grabbing a can of Cola from the fridge. You drink it on the way to your room, and leave the empty can on your dresser.
The mess in your finally gets to you, however, and you throw it all into a hamper; surprisingly, most of it fits. You stare at your bare floor, enjoying the feeling of plush carpet on your bare feet. Afterwards, you go back the computer, chatting with people, and clicking random links until eleven. You brush your teeth and wash your face in the restroom, before grabbing a short smoke and stashing the rest away into your closet.
It lets you sleep through the night. You wake up at your usual time, your body sore from yesterday's activities. You sit in bed for a few moments, reviewing yesterday. It was fun--my god was it fun--and you made some cash, but you feel weird having done it. Your parents had never really talked to you about sex, though school had touched lightly on it. But, you don't think it's the sex itself, rather, the people. Mr. Thoring only wanted you for your body--that was obvious enough, and Jackson... you guess you just wanted free weed.
You check the money again; it's still seventy-five Avi. It's quite a lot, you think; an Avi is worth twice as much as the international standard, so you--rather, your body--is worth 150 dollars.
That's an interesting thought.
You take your usual shower, taking care to go easy on your strained body, get dressed, have breakfast, and head out the door dressed in black skinnies, a green tee, and your black jacket, with fifty Avi in your pocket and a small pack of weed and your pipe in your bag.
You...
