Fast cars. Hot girls. Money pretty much raining from the sky. Call girls. Scary guns. You're absolutely loaded-
"Yeah right! Stop dreaming!", you tell yourself.
You get up in your modest, somewhat spartan room. It's small, but it does what it needs to do. You've got a computer - years old now, but it still works - a bed and a nice collection of comic books. Adorned on your wall is a collage of various movie and video games posters. You get up, put on some clothes - nothing really exciting, just a grey t-shirt and jeans- and head to the bathroom. Staring back at you in the mirror is a somewhat short, curly brown haired, glasses wearing, dare I say ugly 16 year old boy.
Alas, there's nothing you can really do to change how you look. You decide just to go down and eat some breakfast. Going down, you notice that your mum isn't there for some reason. It's very puzzling until you notice a simple note on the wall:
"I'm going out for a while. I'll be back at around 11pm".
Sweet! You've got the entire Saturday to yourself! You quickly wolf down a few slices of toast and then you ponder on what to do next...
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