Dear Dad - Entry 1DATE: October 10th, 1997Dear Dad - Entry 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is... Stupid. I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this. My school therapist said that it would be good for me to let my feelings out like this... To write in a journal. She said she didn't even have to read it if I didn't want her to. If that's the case, how does she even know that I wrote it? Here I am though, writing this stupid thing.
She told me that sometimes it helps when you make your journal like a friend. Give it a name or something. She even suggested acting like it was you or Mom. So, I chose you. I don't know why. It seemed like a good idea.
I guess you probably aren't too happy to hear I'm seeing a therapist. It's not my choice, though I should have known my last mishap would be the last straw. They were just waiting for me to do something a little worse, and I did. I don't see it as bad though. I was protecting a freshman. I think you would agree I didn't do anything wrong. That jerk deserved it.
The school board did
The Game Had ChangedHis bike had always been a way to escape for him.The Game Had Changed in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whether manual or motorized, it had been the way Sam Flynn had gotten away from it all. The sharp wind that surrounded him was almost like a blanket of comfort, shielding him away from the world. A world that had taken away those he held dear. When he was on his bike, he was secure. The rumble of the engine beneath him was like sweet music to his ears, the grip he had on the handle bars under his complete control, the speed filling the rush he needed. The speed limit was always too slow for him.
He didn't go so fast now. No... He had a passenger. Someone behind him who held onto him like a little girl held onto her prized teddy bear. He had to admit... He didn't mind.
So much had changed in a matter of a few hours... Or hell, in a few minutes. Time in the digital world was so different compared to the real one. Though he had been on the Grid for nearly half a day, it had only been handful of minutes back in the real world. So much had h