He put down the now even filthier socks, and began to wade through the mountainous piles of discarded clothing on the floor. His extensive frame lumbered across the bedroom to where his mother had hung his freshly presses uniform the evening before.
“He’ll be down soon Brennan.” His mother said to his father. They were sitting at the breakfast table, but neither of them was eating. It was Adam’s fifteenth birthday, and his parents wanted to give him his present before he left fro school.
“You’ll be able to give it to him when he gets downstairs Brennan.” said Barbara, Adam’s mother.
“Well it’s not as if I can give it to him when he’s upstairs, is it?” snapped Brennan.
Barbara was about to say something when Adam burst down the stairs. In contrast to how he was normal at this time in the morning, he was bright and cheery.
“Good Morning, my dear parents” exclaimed Adam. “How are you on this fine morning?”
“What do you want Adam?” asked his father, knowing that he only acted like this when he was after something.
“”What else does one want on such a fine morning as this?”
“Your present is on the sideboard”
“Thanks Dad. Thanks Mum.”
He darted over to the sideboard, and began ripping the blue wrapping paper off of what appeared to be a large box. Inside the box, was a brand new personal computer, just what he had wanted.
“Do you like it?” asked his father.
“It’s got the internet!” added his mother enthusiastically.
“It’s great. Thanks!” replied Adam, struggling to let his words out, as he was so excited.
With that, a car horn was sounded outside.
“Quick! You’ll be late for school”
“But what about….”
Barbara cut him off. “Brennan’s mate is coming round to put it together today.”
“See You!” Adam said, as he ran out of the house, to get in his best friend Paul’s car.
“Best grand I ever spent!” Barbara wailed, as she erupted in a fit of crying. “Just to see him so happy!”
It was several weeks later before Adam’s obsession had begun to show. He had started to spend most of his time on the computer, in particularly, chat rooms.
“I WANT TO KICK MY TEACHERS HEAD IN!” shouted Mick through the computer screen. Mick was one of many people Adam had met on the Internet.
“SAME WITH ME,” Adam replied. “MY MATHS TEACHER IS A.”
Adam stopped typing as his mother walked into the room.
“Get out of my room!” he cried at his mother, quite out of character.
“It’s only me!”
“Get Out!”
“I’ve only come to change your sheets.” replied his mother cheerily.
“I don’t care. Get Out!
“What is up with you?” asked his mother.
“Nothing. Get out!”
“It’s that computer. You're obsessed with it.” Barbara shouted. She suddenly had a glint of aggression in her voice.
“Get Out!”
“Paul wants to see you. Why won’t you see him?”
“I don’t need friends anymore!”
“I wish we’d never bought you that computer. It’s taken you over!”
“Get Out! Get Out!” screamed Adam.
The argument reached its crescendo. Adam stormed over to his mother, knocked the sheets out of her hand, and hit her. He hit her again and again, and slowly pushed her towards the top of the stairs whilst he held her firmly.
“I don’t need friends.” Adam screamed into the ear of his now hysterical mother.
“Adam, Adam. Don’t do it.,” she whimpered quietly.
“I don’t need friends, and I don’t need you.”
With that, Adam let go of his mother and gave her a final shove. She went backwards down the stairs. As she went down, she hit the stairs over ten times, snapping her back in half and severing her neck and fracturing almost every bone in her body. When she reached the bottom, her limbs were stretched out, limp and lifeless. With seeing that, Adam realised what he had become.
