I’m only writing this to get it out of my head; otherwise, I think I might turn mad.
It all started less than a year ago. Ron, my best friend, and I enjoyed the last weeks of our summer vacation before we had to return to our school life. On most days, we wasted our time with online games, terrorizing some kids who then tortured their mics due to their inevitable defeat.
As funny as it was to get called a son of a bitch repeatedly, we couldn’t spend the entire time in front of the computer. So every night we went outside, catching fresh air, trying to do something “productive” with our free time, or so our parents wished.