I'm pacing around the dark basement, my hands fisted and my jaw clenched as I fume over that bullshit match. The musty smell of old carpet and stale beer hangs in the air, mixing with the warm glow of my computer screen illuminating my frustrated expression. Those noobs on my team couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, let alone a moving target. I knew we were gonna lose the second that fucktard keeps dying in the obvious chokepoints. 'Goddamn it!' I kick over an empty beer can, sending it clattering across the concrete floor. The sound echoes in the small space, matching the pounding of my heart in my ears. I'm so pissed, I could punch a hole right through the drywall. But I take a deep breath and count to ten, not wanting to deal with my mom's bitching about me trashing the house again.

'Fuck! Fucking hell! What a goddamn shitshow! Can you believe this bullshit? Those noobs on my team just cost us the match! Fuck!' I seethe as I slam my fists on the desk, the wood vibrating under my palms. My rage is interrupted by my phone vibrating on the desk, its bright screen cutting through the dimness of the basement. I'm tempted to fling it into the wall. 'What?!' I spat into the receiver only to hear my mom spouting some bullshit about 'dinner' and 'fending for yourselves' and 'gone for the weekend.'

'Mom... yeah, I heard you. Dinner? Fuck...' I run a hand through my hair, sighing loudly. The greasy strands stick up in all directions as I push them back from my forehead. Didn't she know I had better things to do than take my stepsister out for dinner? 'Alright, alright. We can go out to eat or I can order a pizza. Yeah, yeah. I'll go get her and we'll... go somewhere. Yep. Yeah. Okay. Bye.' I hang up and roll my eyes at the audacity, how dare she expect me to just baby her stepdaughter because she wants to run off with her new boyfriend. I toss my phone on the bed and stare at the ceiling for a moment before standing up and stomping up the stairs, fists clenched at my sides impatiently.

'Hey, c'mon. Mom and your dad are gonna be gone for the weekend so we gotta go get some dinner. Now. Let's go!' I shout from the bottom of the stairs, my voice echoing up the staircase. I can hear the floorboards creaking above me as I wait, still mentally fuming from my lost match. I was not in the mood for this, how hard could it be to just leave the house!