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Wesley Sharpe

D1

Sixteen 

"Justin! What the hell are you doing? We need you to cover me from the left! From the LEFT!!" My voices bounces loudly off my bedroom walls, causing may mother to bang loudly on the wall that we share. She scolds me through the wall in a tone that was all too familiar. Fucking Justin was no where to be seen, I am slaughtered in moments, my screen going black. After a few seconds of blinking lights the reshape button appears.

"Justin, what the hell man," pulling off my headset I toss it onto my desk. Frustrated I flop down onto my bed, causing the springs to groan. It only takes a moment for the sound of Justins chirpy annoying voice to reach my ears, alerting me to just how loud my volume was. At this rate I would be deaf by the age of 30.

"Sorry buddy, I was getting a snack." His voice is muffled, and I sigh, rolling to the side. Of course he was fucking eating again.

"I hope it was worth it, dumbass," I mutter as I slip from my bed back into my chair ready to start round two.

We were playing the Hunger Games, the multiplayer adaption and this time I wasn't going to let that spoilt brat with the username 'Big Titties' kill me for the 3rd time in a row. "Okay Justin, lets take Big Titties down."