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Ksaun's Narrative

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Ksaun's Coversheet

 

 

It was a quiet night, the sounds of grasshoppers chirping outside of my window with a cool breeze pushing my curtains open and circulating around the rather pink room. The sun was setting in the distance, daylight's playtime has almost expired. Inside a quaint little house was a girl, she was young, about the age of six. Sitting in her room, she gripped a flat plastic and wired object. What was it? Was it a Barbie brush? A fake makeup kit? No, it was a controller to her Nintendo gaming system that she loved and adored.

 

Then the sound of flesh hitting pavement permeated the silence. When the shower of droplets of blood and debris finally cleared a chilling prophecy rang out, "Finish Him!" At this very moment, she was beating her father up in Mortal Kombat. Yes, that's right, this wasn't an ordinary and cliché little girl, this was a born and raised gamer. At this time in her life, she lived and breathed anything she could get her hands on. From Duck Hunt to the ever so popular Mario, she played, beat and then played again to unlock and find every secret she could. This wasn't the age of technology, there were walk-throughs, but not that she knew of. She honed her own skills with the encouragement of her mother.

 

Grinning after defeating her father, she raised her hands in the air and screamed with glee. She was his hardest opponent. They were always neck and neck, Mortal Kombat was his prided game. Similar to the game 'King of the mountain', that's how he was with this. After being defeated, she gently tossed the controller and rolled his eyes at her apparent victory dance. Speaking with a sarcastic tone he looked to her general direction,

"kid, you got lucky. For all you knew I was just going easy on you." Hearing those words, those fated words she crossed her arms and retaliated to his weak defense " you're just mad because a girl beat you!"

Laughing, he shrugged off the little one's comment "kid, come back to me when you learn how to block and not just swing. I could have annihilated you, but I let you have your fun. It's time for bed now, put the controller down and come get in bed." Huffing at his critique on her performance, she stuffed the controllers into a box and pushed the system under her bed. She stood up, and made her way to her cozy, soft and plush bed. "Just you wait dad, some day I'll beat you and not even let you land a hit on me". Smirking, she reached up and gave him a tight squeeze. "Good Night Sweetie, we'll see about that." He stood up and turned around to walk out. Flipping off the switch as he reached the doorway, he shut it slowly and softly and she went into her deep, trance-like sleep.

 

Suddenly, a loud shrieking alarm went off. The girl turned over and smacked on the small object that the sound was emanating from. "Ugh, I hate waking up.." she said as she yawned and wiped at her eyes. Squinting a bit from the light pouring in, she reflected on the dream she just had. She pushed off the sheets and hopped out of bed onto the cold wood floor, stretching. Taking a glance over at the corner, there set the television with her Nintendo gaming system hooked up. Smirking, she reflected one last time on the memory entrapped dream she just encountered in her sleep. It was almost like a broken record sometimes. The fated battle that was promised and planned never occurred though. The girl was now the age of nineteen and growing. The father and mother got divorced, and she lived and solely spent her time with her mother. While she still plays games, she still hopes that one day that the battle can happen again. She's ready, and she knows that with her skills, she could beat him. All she needs is a chance to prove it, a chance to show him. She hopes, one day..


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