Sometimes Digital_Chameleon opens up his window and sees people with eachother, having fun, and conversing. Digital_Chameleon closes the blinds and puts his head into his arms. Tears roll down his cheeks. "If only people liked me." He mutters. In a fitful rage, Digital_Chameleon throws his Blink 182 album on the floor. “Why?” he asks. Digital_Chameleon moves to the back of his room and searches for his Seventeen magazine, where he reads of great times, and how to make him popular and cool. Digital_Chameleon then tears some picture of his favorite stars, and pastes them onto his wall. Suddenly Digital_Chameleon’s father storms through his door and throws Digital_Chameleon onto the ground. “What did I tell you about hiding the remote control from me!?” He screams. “Father, I’m sorry!” Digital_Chameleon squeals. “Please, father no!” Digital_Chameleon’s father proceeds to take Digital_Chameleon’s pants off and violently hits his bottom with The Stick. Father storms out, leaving Digital_Chameleon curled in a ball, crying and screaming. “Someone please add me to MSN…” He panted. “Please…” He cried. Digital_Chameleon put his pants back on, and moved to the window once more, to glance at those leading lives that he so wished for. Digital_Chameleon moved to his acne medication, and proceeded to apply it. Once again, he moved to the window, “Please love me.”
