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Thea’s overprotective parents are driving her insane. They invade her privacy, ask too many questions, and restrict her online time so severely that Thea feels she has no life at all. When she discovers a new role-playing game online, Thea breaks the rules by staying up late to play. She’s living a double life: on one hand, the obedient daughter; on the other, a girl slipping deeper into darkness. In the world of the game, Thea falls under the spell of Kit, an older boy whose smarts and savvy can’t defeat his loneliness and near-suicidal despair. As Kit draws soft-hearted Thea into his drama, she creates a full plate of cover stories for her parents and then even her friends.
“What creates a villain? Is he or she born that way? Do outside influences lend to the development of an evil persona? Here’s a glimpse into how the predator in Who R U Really? came to hate all women. I wrote this piece of flash fiction as an exercise to get into the character’s head and understand him better. (Note that his name was changed in the final version of the novel).”
“Never Hit a Woman”
By Margo Kelly
Michael’s mother carried her handbag in the crook of her arm and tugged Michael along, gripping his ear with her hand. Michael looked up at her as she strode out of the principal’s office. She smiled and greeted each person they passed in the hall. He stumbled when his oversized sneaker snagged the tattered hem of his pants leg, but his mother kept him upright with her firm grip on his ear. She continued her smooth stride out the elementary school’s main door, wearing her platform shoes and short tight skirt. Her bleached blond hair glistened in the humid Georgia sunshine, but not a drop of perspiration escaped her tight face.
She marched him to the car, parked cockeyed, and released Michael’s ear. He stood motionless as she opened the back door to the sedan and glanced around the parking lot. Michael bent to get into the car, and she slapped him hard alongside his head.
“STUPID!” she said.
Michael grabbed his face where the lingering sting caused the blood to throb inside his head. Without a word, he finished getting into the car. She slammed his door. Michael watched as she situated herself in the front seat. She adjusted the rearview mirror with her slender fingers. His mother made momentary eye contact with him, but he looked away.
She drove the car out of the parking lot and asked, “What were you thinking?”
Michael hesitated. He knew if he gave the wrong answer, he’d pay for it later. He said nothing, but replayed the incident in his mind.
Sally, not the prettiest girl in his fifth grade class, wore her brown hair long and straight. Her clothes were cheap and out of style, much like Michael’s. That’s why he thought he stood a chance with her. He needed a friend. Sally never volunteered answers in class. She seemed shy, perfect. However, when he approached her at lunch time and asked if he could sit and eat with her, she laughed out loud. Too loudly. She drew the attention of the other kids. They all turned and watched.
She spoke to Michael in full southern drawl. “Well, bless your lil’ heart. Meager misfit Michael wants to eat with lil’ ol’ me?” Sally stood, leaned close, and hollered, “Not today. Not in this life time. Not ever!” She turned so fast, her long hair flipped Michael in the face. The other kids burst out laughing.
Chanting rose from the laughter. “Meager Misfit Michael. Meager Misfit Michael.”
Small statured and bone skinny, Michael lunged toward Sally and tackled her. With one hand, he gripped her hair. The other, he cocked backward and made a fist. Before he connected the blow, the principal pulled him off Sally. The principal hauled Michael to his office and immediately called his mother. For an hour, the principal lectured Michael about the virtue of women and how he should respect all women including the girls his own age. They faced each other across the large oak desk and waited for Michael’s mother to arrive.
“A man should never hit a woman,” the principal said and looked at Michael over the rims of his spectacles.
“Yes sir.” But Michael could think of plenty of reasons to hit a woman.
His mother’s voice yanked him from his frustrated memories.
“Answer me,” she said. “Why’d you tackle that poor girl? Whatever possessed you?” His mother focused on him in the rear view mirror. This time, he held her gaze.
“They made fun of me,” Michael said.
“Why on earth would they make fun of you?”
Michael knew he should stay quiet. This couldn’t end well for him.
“They make fun of my clothes, my hair, everything about me, every day.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your clothes or your hair. Did you tell them that? Or did you just pounce on that poor thing? I swear, Michael, you over react to every little thing. You need to stand up for yourself and grow a backbone.”
Michael spoke without thinking. “How can I when I have to wear clothes from the thrift store? I look stupid. My sisters cut my hair. You spend all our money on yourself and your daughters. You don’t spend any on me.” The air inside the car became frigid as Michael realized what he’d done. He stopped breathing for a moment, hoping that if he didn’t disturb even the air around him, maybe the moment would pass without punishment. His mother didn’t move a muscle. And then, suddenly, she swerved the car over to the side of the road, got out of the car, and opened Michael’s door.
“Get out!” she said. Michael did as he was told. She put one manicured finger in his face and said, “Don’t like your clothes? You don’t have to wear them.” And with strength he usually only felt behind her hits, she gripped the collar of his shirt, and ripped it right off him. “Take your pants off.”
“No. Please. I’m sorry.” Michael wished his father hadn’t left them. He knew his father wouldn’t let her treat him this way. And yet, he couldn’t blame his father for wanting to get away from this awful woman. Michael wished his father would’ve taken him away also. His mother continued yelling at him, telling him to take off his pants and his shoes. Tears streamed down Michael’s face as he refused. She slapped him.
“You can walk home,” she said and got back into the car. She hit the accelerator so hard gravel bit into Michael’s bare chest. He stood there and watched her drive away.
© 2015 Margo Kelly
Thanks for the giveaway. :)
Hmm a hacker handle?
I’d say “thvg” (like “thug,” but I think hackers like to use symbols and numbers?) Apparently thug means “royal assassin” in some language or the other, and essentially I’m assassinating the hold on your computer or software, get it? Haha, I tried.
f1tb()()kl0vR .. Thanks for the giveaway :D
I use MissPhyre as pretty much everything from my gamertags to the name for my blog, so I would have to do some form of it as a hacker, too haha
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seven, gecko or hex (from mind games by teri terry)
Princess13Unicorns (no one would think it was me)
It would be: haha89
I don’t know why- its just always intrigued me! Thanks for the opportunity!
I didn’t even know what a hacker handle is :P
From previous comments, and with my fabulous deduction skills (har har har) it’s kind of a username? I’ll just type string of random alphabets and numbers.
Something like this: at6h46haq8e4rth6bd
Natalie @ Book Lovers Life
Hmmm, mine would be wack3rhack3r or something like that ;) Thanks for the extra giveaway.
I can’t wait to check out all these awesome authors!!! :) :)
Sneak Peak! ;)
My hacker name would be W1ck3dK3yz
My hacker name would be Xephany.
My Hacker Handle would be d3t3ct3r
My hacker name would be momofboys
I would totally have something nerdy like TheDoctor or Bowtiesarecool :)
My hacker handle would be iloveunicorns. Who would notice that you’re a hacker with that? Haha
hahaha – my handle would be… PineappleButterscotch
My handle would be i.c.ur.info – Right to the point and basically says what I would be doing. : )
My hacker handle would be Phoenix.
I think I would use Xena (the female warrior). :D
my handle would be @R3N3G4D3
Hmmm, maybe something like wh33lz, haha!
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Hacker handle – how about L8rG8r
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Im not sure, but something like witchy woman ur majick kitten!
not good at this stuff!
Great post! My name would be HackedByYourMom Thanks for participating in the YASH! xo
magickfingers would be my handle
Thanks for the giveaway! My hacker name would be D@rkAng3!.
PandaCakes; it’s innocent yet disturbing! >:D
Hm… I don’t really know… I guess it would have to be something that doesn’t relate to me at all, so probably just a long string of numbers and letters.
same as always either demoncat or red_tigergirl lol!
Mandy @ Mandy's Books and Beauty
Oh gosh, I’m so lame it would probably be something like not_a_hacker xD
If i were a hacker it would probably be something like’i’m_so_sorry’ or something because i’d feel pretty guilty about it:p or i’d try and think of something that throws people off the track, like USA30
(Im not from america or 30)
Hmm probably something weird like:
I would rather be just ‘Bob’, but, come on, I bet that handle would already be taken. Who wouldn’t want to be Bob?
Hacker handle: E11even
I have no idea! Nimaro possibly?
Hack it up
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