Day Six

Prompt: "Life is like a game. Once you mess up, you always have to restart."

The screen was black with glowing green and white letters.

RESTART GAME-OVER

Damn... this again. Guess I screwed up again.

So, basically I'm kinda stuck in this weird groundhogs day like loop where I can only continue if I move through the precarious situations that are my life. I've probably lived through the last year about eight times already and iv'e only gotten to maybe May. And yes. It sucks.

It always saves on the First of the year, at midnight.

What's cool is that everything I do on my laptop sticks, even when I restart. and all dates and times get saved, so as a senior in high school I can do assignments really well once, and I can use it every time. now i'm a straight A's student and I haven't worked in over four re-do's. I've done this probably since I was six.

Side gigs, money, jobs, homework. all of it sticks. technically I have two diplomas but not a high school one. Plus, my parents don't know about any of it.

I still don't know what the game over button means... and I don't really want to find out.

But anyway, I am currently clicking the restart button, waking up in my middle school bed, once again. jeez, I have to move out... again.

school starts up again next Monday, cause it's the end of winter break.

You have RESTARTED

Try to get Farther this time.

Yeah, Yeah. The system has only gotten more annoying since I got into high school. Her name is The automated Re-do.... something that starts with an A.

The Automated Re-do Artifact.

Yeah, or TARA for short. She's been my own personal hater since I was about ten. That's when she started being snarky rather then being supportive. Now I have to wake up.

The knocking started softly, then progressively got more aggressive.

A girl screaming for him to get up and make breakfast.

Ah, yes. First day of the year... so my Darling little sister, who is sixteen years old, wants me to drive her to the mall so she can frame me for stealing makeup and jewelry so she doesn't have to be the only one to deal with my parents when I move out by the end of May. And, as per tradition, she is going to bag on my door, cry, and scream until I do what she wants or my parents to get the hell out of the house for a few days.

So, I mush go make crepes and waffles until mom complains that i'm making too much food even though i've been buying my own food since I was fourteen.

part two?

at some point... hopefully