The Start

You are Jennifer Poirier, you are a interdenominational being. You have short black hair that has teal bangs, your eyes are a cat like icy blue. Right now you are wearing a light brown poncho, under that is a black tank top. You where also wearing a pair of dark blue jeans. Almost everything about you looked normal, well apart from your feline like ears and tail. It may of been something that wasn't out of the ordinary for the icy blue eyed female, but to the people of this planet it was something very unusual.

You are sort of on the small side, being 5, 1. But that never really mattered to you. Also as said before your name is Jennifer, you are 15 years old and your species is... well not even your own kind has a name for themselves. You are a loyal, stubborn, and at times goofy. You like writing stories, drawing, and chatting with your friends. You love watching horror movies, and I mean love. In fact the walls of your room has a few posters lined up on it. You also had your bed, that was covered with a black blanket and a dark red body pillow. There was also your desk and on that desk sat your trusty laptop. After all, how else where you to keep in contact with your friends? Speaking of witch, it seems that one of them is pestering you.

Jen, answer friend

You sit down in the chair in front of your desk and look at you laptop screen. You saw that your good friend Skyler. You had to admit, she is one of your closest friends and you also started to wonder what she wanted to talk about.

The message read:
Hey Jen, I just got my hands on this awesome game!
I cant wait to play it! ;3

You wrote back:
Oh, you mean that game John and Rose where talking about?
Not really sure how I feel about it... but I'm still waiting for my copy of the game

She soon said:
Oh, come' on Jen!
This could be a lot of fun!
And I think a certain someone might be playing the game to ;3

You sifted a little in your seat as you read that, it was funny how your friend seemed to pick up on a lot of things you tried to hide. Even the knowledge of your... other form. With a sigh you answered:
I didn't say I didn't want to play!
And who said was hoping that person would play or not |?
Anyway I'll go check if the thing came in |I

Getting up Jen went to her room window and once she looked outside she saw that the arm, flappy do-dad thingy was up. That meant only one thing, the mail was here. This could be that new game your friends keep telling you about, but the only way to tell for sure was to go check.