The Website, chapter 2
'Bored' didn't describe Jessi. For her username on this new website, she typed in 'nettoyant. ' She had no idea what it meant, but she saw some no-name brand spray bottle with that word on it. It was probably French. Whatever. Jessi was so bored that any name would do. Anyway, most people had names such as 'Miss-Tre-Cool' or '69BillieJoexoxo', which was lame enough, but the 'sxxy. Fcck' one just sounded like a desperate cry for help.
After activating her account and adding a bit of flare to her profile (she mostly just said random words, such as "DANCING MUSHROOMS" and "PROWLING AND STEALTHY!" Yes, that's how bored she was), Jessi just sat still, tapping her fingers against the keyboard but not typing anything. "God, I'm bored!" she said aloud, even though nobody was around to hear her.
And nobody to answer.
The ticking of the clock never sounded so insanely interesting. It didn't go tick, tock like how people said it did. It actually went tick, tick, tick, tick, tock! Jessi had never been so bored that she listened to a clock. Wow, this was sad. She clicked a link and began to chat away on some message board in this 'geekstinkbreath' website.
"I'm on a mission, I've made my decision..." hummed the black haired girl, heavily mascara-ed eyelashes batting over her brown eyes. She hated her eyes. She hated her hair. She hated her natural hair colour, too. She hated everything. And she posted just that:
I hate my current and natural hair colour. I hate my eyes and my ears and my stupid too-thin eyebrows. I'm sick and tired of this life. I'm also bored!
Reading it over, Jessi was amazed that she actually put in the effort to type with capitals and use punctuation and spell properly. God, she was more than just bored...
Then talk to me answered someone named 'non-stick. Surface. '
Non-stick. Surface? Wow, they must be as bored as I am! Jessi thought, typing out a reply:
Non-stick. Surface... Ahaha! I thought I was the only bored one around here to copy something off a spray bottle!
How did you know it was from a spray bottle?
Laughing, Jessi typed back, Was it from a no-name brand blue spray bottle that also said 'nettoyant' on it? If so, you're looking at the same one as I am.
Wow... We ARE bored!
Haha! No kidding.
Why do you hate your hair colour and eyes? The anoynamous stranger asked, and Jessi hesitated before replying.
I have brown eyes, which look terrible on girls, and my hair is a friggin' hell.
I think brown eyes look beautiful.
To Jessi's surprise, she found herself blinking back tears. Joyce used to say that to her, every time she looked at her in the eye... From when Jessi had to look up by standing on tip-toes, until she finally grew and it was Joyce looking up, not her. Uh, thanks? She finally answered, instead of the thoughts flashing through her mind. Thank you so much, you don't know what it means to me... She would never tell someone that, though.
Your welcome.
A moments pause, then:
ASL? asked the stranger.
Jessi gave a snort. She was foolish to feel emotion with this guy. It was so obvious that he was some fifty year old fat loser who liked to talk dirty to teenager girls. But Jessi was even bored enough for that. Anything to stir up this night. 16/f/Vancouver, Canada. she typed out truthfully. She was getting her learners in two months, even though there was no hope for a brand new first car... She sighed.
33/m/somewhere. Answered the thirty three year old male.
Somewhere?
Travelling around.
Look, no offense, but even though I'm seriously bored... Talking with a 33yr old guy in the middle of the night doesn't exactly appeal to me... Especially since I'm 16, and a girl...
Figured you'd say something like that. That message seemed to have a tone of loneliness to it. Supressing a grin, she replied.
As long as we talk, like, normally... I'll stay.
Normally? Normal for you or normal for me? There was an air of a smirky-grin with that last sentence.
What's your idea or normal? Talking dirty?
Umm... Nooo... Well, yeah.
How about normal for me, okay? Jessi couldn't help laughing, though. This guy was hilarious.
Okay. What's your name?
That's private information. You pervert! Lol! It's Jessie, though, to answer your question. Jessi didn't know why, but she wanted to add an 'e' to the end of her name... It just looked more innocent, but it could just be her imagination. And it could do the opposite reaction of what she wanted.
I'm Trey Said Trey.
Lemme guess... Tre Cool? Ahaha, that is so old.
I said 'Trey' not 'Tre' and yeah, it is kinda old.
Okay. Trey. Not Cool. Heh!
I'm cool! The message seemed to be spoken in a whiny nerdy voice... Jessi laughed out loud, and covered her mouth, blushing. What was with her? She hardly ever showed her emotions, such as laughing, when she was alone. Anyway, what DO you wanna talk about? Asked Trey.
Since that we're in a Green Day fansite, shouldn't we talk about, well, Green Day? answered Jessi.
Okay... You're in Vancouver... Are you going to the Green Day concert coming up?
Pffft! I wish! God, you think I'm rich or something?
It's really not that expensive.
For me, yeah, it is!
Sorry, didn't know that it was such a big deal. Cool it.
Still fuming, Jessi began to wonder why she was mad... But the answer came soon enough. She was poor. Her clothes weren't the hottest, and she had a babysitting job and a paper route just to pay the rent... She still needed money for food and clothes and other neccessities. She worked at a small Cafe called 'Cravingz' from 9am-2pm on Mondays and Tuesdays. It was the only place that would hire a sixteen year old drop-out and paid minimal wage. Sorry. Didn't mean to bite your head off. She typed out as she cooled down.
No problem. Anyway, if you're so bored, why not go to bed? I mean, it's one in the morning over in Vancouver.
How'd you know that? And I'm babysitting, so I gotta stay awake. The parents will be back in an hour or so.
It's a Wednesday night, and they're out until two AM with a teenager babysitting? You Canadians are wacky. And my computer has a world clock. Very helpful.
I'm sure it is, and us Canadians are wacky... Or at least, the ones I know are. Yawning, Jessi glanced at the still ticking clock. She could no longer pick out the pattern of ticks and tocks it made. She guessed she wasn't as bored as she was an hour ago.
Ha. Anyway, you still want those tickets to the Green Day concert?
Always have, always will.
There was a pause, that Trey guy must be hesitating, but then he posted, I can give you some...
After activating her account and adding a bit of flare to her profile (she mostly just said random words, such as "DANCING MUSHROOMS" and "PROWLING AND STEALTHY!" Yes, that's how bored she was), Jessi just sat still, tapping her fingers against the keyboard but not typing anything. "God, I'm bored!" she said aloud, even though nobody was around to hear her.
And nobody to answer.
The ticking of the clock never sounded so insanely interesting. It didn't go tick, tock like how people said it did. It actually went tick, tick, tick, tick, tock! Jessi had never been so bored that she listened to a clock. Wow, this was sad. She clicked a link and began to chat away on some message board in this 'geekstinkbreath' website.
"I'm on a mission, I've made my decision..." hummed the black haired girl, heavily mascara-ed eyelashes batting over her brown eyes. She hated her eyes. She hated her hair. She hated her natural hair colour, too. She hated everything. And she posted just that:
I hate my current and natural hair colour. I hate my eyes and my ears and my stupid too-thin eyebrows. I'm sick and tired of this life. I'm also bored!
Reading it over, Jessi was amazed that she actually put in the effort to type with capitals and use punctuation and spell properly. God, she was more than just bored...
Then talk to me answered someone named 'non-stick. Surface. '
Non-stick. Surface? Wow, they must be as bored as I am! Jessi thought, typing out a reply:
Non-stick. Surface... Ahaha! I thought I was the only bored one around here to copy something off a spray bottle!
How did you know it was from a spray bottle?
Laughing, Jessi typed back, Was it from a no-name brand blue spray bottle that also said 'nettoyant' on it? If so, you're looking at the same one as I am.
Wow... We ARE bored!
Haha! No kidding.
Why do you hate your hair colour and eyes? The anoynamous stranger asked, and Jessi hesitated before replying.
I have brown eyes, which look terrible on girls, and my hair is a friggin' hell.
I think brown eyes look beautiful.
To Jessi's surprise, she found herself blinking back tears. Joyce used to say that to her, every time she looked at her in the eye... From when Jessi had to look up by standing on tip-toes, until she finally grew and it was Joyce looking up, not her. Uh, thanks? She finally answered, instead of the thoughts flashing through her mind. Thank you so much, you don't know what it means to me... She would never tell someone that, though.
Your welcome.
A moments pause, then:
ASL? asked the stranger.
Jessi gave a snort. She was foolish to feel emotion with this guy. It was so obvious that he was some fifty year old fat loser who liked to talk dirty to teenager girls. But Jessi was even bored enough for that. Anything to stir up this night. 16/f/Vancouver, Canada. she typed out truthfully. She was getting her learners in two months, even though there was no hope for a brand new first car... She sighed.
33/m/somewhere. Answered the thirty three year old male.
Somewhere?
Travelling around.
Look, no offense, but even though I'm seriously bored... Talking with a 33yr old guy in the middle of the night doesn't exactly appeal to me... Especially since I'm 16, and a girl...
Figured you'd say something like that. That message seemed to have a tone of loneliness to it. Supressing a grin, she replied.
As long as we talk, like, normally... I'll stay.
Normally? Normal for you or normal for me? There was an air of a smirky-grin with that last sentence.
What's your idea or normal? Talking dirty?
Umm... Nooo... Well, yeah.
How about normal for me, okay? Jessi couldn't help laughing, though. This guy was hilarious.
Okay. What's your name?
That's private information. You pervert! Lol! It's Jessie, though, to answer your question. Jessi didn't know why, but she wanted to add an 'e' to the end of her name... It just looked more innocent, but it could just be her imagination. And it could do the opposite reaction of what she wanted.
I'm Trey Said Trey.
Lemme guess... Tre Cool? Ahaha, that is so old.
I said 'Trey' not 'Tre' and yeah, it is kinda old.
Okay. Trey. Not Cool. Heh!
I'm cool! The message seemed to be spoken in a whiny nerdy voice... Jessi laughed out loud, and covered her mouth, blushing. What was with her? She hardly ever showed her emotions, such as laughing, when she was alone. Anyway, what DO you wanna talk about? Asked Trey.
Since that we're in a Green Day fansite, shouldn't we talk about, well, Green Day? answered Jessi.
Okay... You're in Vancouver... Are you going to the Green Day concert coming up?
Pffft! I wish! God, you think I'm rich or something?
It's really not that expensive.
For me, yeah, it is!
Sorry, didn't know that it was such a big deal. Cool it.
Still fuming, Jessi began to wonder why she was mad... But the answer came soon enough. She was poor. Her clothes weren't the hottest, and she had a babysitting job and a paper route just to pay the rent... She still needed money for food and clothes and other neccessities. She worked at a small Cafe called 'Cravingz' from 9am-2pm on Mondays and Tuesdays. It was the only place that would hire a sixteen year old drop-out and paid minimal wage. Sorry. Didn't mean to bite your head off. She typed out as she cooled down.
No problem. Anyway, if you're so bored, why not go to bed? I mean, it's one in the morning over in Vancouver.
How'd you know that? And I'm babysitting, so I gotta stay awake. The parents will be back in an hour or so.
It's a Wednesday night, and they're out until two AM with a teenager babysitting? You Canadians are wacky. And my computer has a world clock. Very helpful.
I'm sure it is, and us Canadians are wacky... Or at least, the ones I know are. Yawning, Jessi glanced at the still ticking clock. She could no longer pick out the pattern of ticks and tocks it made. She guessed she wasn't as bored as she was an hour ago.
Ha. Anyway, you still want those tickets to the Green Day concert?
Always have, always will.
There was a pause, that Trey guy must be hesitating, but then he posted, I can give you some...
