There's someone pretending to be my sister downstairs in my house.

It has her voice, but I don't think it's really her.

Written by Darkly Gathers.

By Eddie, my mother calls up to me from downstairs, and take my rightmost headphone off my ear,

and I pick up the sound of the general bustle in the downstairs hallway.

I can hear my dad and my sister laughing to each other, as coats are taken from the rack.

By! I call back, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen. The game goes on.

Are you sure you don't want to come? My mom calls up. It can be fun, fun family outing.

I roll my eyes. I'm good, mom. By. My sister calls up too.

Come on, Eddie. Don't sit around in the house like a loser all day.

Goodbye. I shout down again.

All right. See you soon. My mom replies.

Little loser. Luis calls. Though it's good-natured, really. We do get on.

I can hear mom gently chiding her, though I can't make out the words.

Sure do recognize that tone though. Their voice is fade and footsteps soften.

The front door is drawn close. I hear the sound of my mom locking the door up behind her.

Awesome. Some peace. At last. Now I don't have to worry about anyone barging in and interrupting.

I return my headphone to my ear and reinvest my full attention to the matter at hand, securing a victory.

I got to keep my current ranking. The second loss in a row in my score will tank.

I can't afford that right now.

Tap away at the keys. Explosions rattle in my ears as I navigate the environment.

Fully into it. Muscle tense as I do my best. At last, bringing the round to a close.

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