A Forced Story

*is being forced to write this*

Why am I the one they always choose? Everyone else is perfectly...well average when it comes to this. And how does that make them feel when I always get chosen? Horrible, that's how. Sometimes, I wish I was worse when it came to this, he thought with a groan that shook his insides against the walls of his stomach.

He looked at the hopeful faces across the small classroom, filled with the hopeful faces that stared glowering at him. He smiled slightly (twitching in his mind), clutching (holding on for dear life) the keyboard of his computer, surfing through the billions of email in his inbox. I really need to start checking this more, he thought, deleting a whole page of emails of "Pick me! PLEASE". He rubbed his temples in frustration. Why can't they leave me the hell alone? They have each other, so they should be able to do it without my assistance. People sometimes, he thought, deleting another page of the million emails he had recieved since the school year started. And it was only the second week of school. As he deleted the last of the emails, a chirp roared from his screen. He groaned inside his head. The rest of the class just sent him twenty-seven new messages, all of them holding the same old message. He clicked the most recent one, sent by the estranged geek of the class, Todd Morris. He read it;
'H3¥ÐµÐ3(4n1b3¥0µ4r7n3r?'
Oh. My. God. He uses 1337, he thought, his brain throbbing at the lack of any sort of punctuation and grammar in the sentence. He didn't even bother to read the rest (which was also in 1337) and replied;
"Aren't you supposed to be posting on 4chan or something, n00b?"
He sent the message and heard a sound ridden with disappointment. Maybe next time Todd. He read the rest of the messages, all asking the same damn thing "Pick me". Furious, he moved the mouse over the address bar, clicked once and typed in the name of the site that kick started it all - that site, KHV.

The site was still loading. He put rested his palm against his forehead, fingers rubbing against his throbbing temple. Again with the server problems. You would think the administrators would have fixed that by now. It took another five minutes, but the site had finally loaded, revealing that same old blue and white layout that burns your eyes.