Here is chapter two! Just a note, pages don't start over with each chapter. Anyways, here you go.
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It was drizzling outside. The sky was a dirty gray and everything seemed to be looking down, faces hidden from the rain. It made no difference to [?]. It was just another excuse not to do anything but stay home, not that he really needed one. At school, anything he said was as good as a law. It actually had its good points, except it still didn’t keep crazy
He pushed open the door to his pleasant house. The water dripped off his now soaking head of hair. Everything was wet; his bag, his clothes, and him in general even though it was only raining a bit. It’s amazing what walking home in the rain does. Throwing his sopping backpack onto the floor, [?] kicked off his sneakers and headed up the stairs, loosening the choking tie around his soaking neck.
The creaking stairs were the only sound in the rather large house. Everything was clean and in place, as if no one lived there, which was pretty close to the truth. [?] stopped at the closed door marking his room. A neon pink sticky note beamed at him.
Business meeting out of state. Last minute. Don’t know when I’ll be back.
~ Love Mom.
“Of course,” [?] said to himself as he tore off the note and opened the door. He grabbed a towel hanging on his chair as he walked in and dried his soaking hair. Flipping on the computer, he glanced at the monitor springing to life. Even the flashing was more amusing than a party crowded with people.
“[?]!” The monitor flashed and filled with a clear blue color as the computer finished booting. Rose was smiling in the center, waving her arm in a greeting. She noticed him pulling on a t-shirt over his sweat pants.
“My, look at you,” she smirked.
“My clothes were soaking wet,” he explained sitting down at the desk.
“Getting to work already? How un-fun.”
[?] didn’t answer as he slipped his VirtuTru on. It was like opening a door into a bright meadow. The gray color of his walls were replaced by the bright walls of SquareOne. For some reason, it never got old.
“Would you like me to load up Dech’e for you?” Rose asked floating on her pedestal as [?] advanced towards her.
“Do you have to ask that?” he shot impatiently as he pulled up the files he had acquired.
“Dull and in a bad mood,” she giggled to herself as she retrieved Dech’e. [?] hardly noticed as he read what he had retrieved. Next to a picture of the player was basic information found in her profile.
[Data shown here…when we decide what that is…]
[?] form was quickly replaced by Dech’e’s features. He hardly noticed though as he shifted through the files.
“Dech’e,” Rose coughed, “you’ve been loaded.”
He waved a hand at her as he searched. She stuck her tongue out childishly.
“Don’t be so childish Rosella,” he smirked, noticing her less than happy expression.
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