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MidReal Story
The Boyfriend Effect
Scenario:Boy forgot his luggage on a vacation to the beach with his mom and sister, forced to wear his sister's clothes
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Ethan
He is a high school student who loves video games. He is sarcastic,humorous,and reflective. Ethan forgot his luggage at the beach,had to wear his sister's clothes,and got sunburned. He enjoyed spending the day with his mom,who was trying to have some quality time with him before he went back to school.
Jesse
He is a high school student and Ethan's friend. He is adventurous,humorous,and loyal. Jesse suggested paddleboard rides on the water and ended up going with Ethan's family to the beach. He brought a cooler full of snacks and joined in on the family fun,showing his close bond with Ethan.
Maggie
She is Ethan's younger sister. She is caring,playful,and competitive. Maggie lent Ethan her favorite shirt and skirt to wear to the beach. She accompanied their mom on the trip and tried to get Ethan into a paddleboard ride,which ended up being too challenging for him.
I was supposed to be on vacation.
I was supposed to be at the beach with my mom and little sister, Maggie, having fun in the sun.
But I wasn’t.
I was in my room, glaring at my computer screen because I had just been killed in the video game I was playing.
And it wasn’t even a fair kill.
The guy had been camping behind a rock the entire time and sniped me as soon as I walked by.
Camping bitch.
I rolled my eyes and pushed away from the computer before I could get sucked back into the game.
I needed to get ready for my trip.
My mom had said we would leave right after lunch, which was still about thirty minutes away, but I was starving, so I decided to go down to the kitchen to see if there were any snacks out.
As I walked through the front door of our house, I heard my mom talking on the phone in the living room.
I walked by the open door and saw her laughing and smiling, which made me smile, too.
Then I headed into the kitchen and found a box of crackers and some cheese that I devoured in about two seconds.
God, I was starving.
And then my mom appeared in the doorway, still talking on the phone, but smiling at me when she saw me.
She leaned against the kitchen counter, still talking, and I grabbed another handful of crackers and stood there drumming my fingers on the granite countertop.
I had no idea who she was talking to, but I knew it was work because she kept saying things like "the deadline is in two weeks" and "I know we can get it done."
My mom was a graphic designer, and she worked from home most days.
She worked for a big company in San Diego, so she spent a lot of time on the phone with people in different time zones.
She held up one finger at me, indicating that she would be off the phone in just a minute, and I nodded.
But then she kept talking for another five minutes, and my stomach growled again.
I cleared my throat loudly, hoping to remind her that I was waiting for her to finish her call so we could leave.
She glanced over at me and gave me an apologetic smile before turning back to her conversation.
I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes. Finally, she laughed again and said goodbye to whoever she was talking to.
She put down her phone and turned to me.
"Sorry about that," she said.
"I know we were supposed to leave right after lunch, but—"
I pointed at the clock on the microwave.
It was 12:45 already.
She followed my gesture and her eyes widened as she realized how late it had gotten.
"I’m going to go get my stuff," I said, heading back upstairs to my room.
I was still munching on crackers, and I tossed the box back onto the counter as I walked past.
I went into my room and shut down my gaming PC.
The desktop screen flickered off, and I stood up and stretched.
My back was stiff from sitting at the computer for hours.
I walked over to my bedroom window and pulled back the curtain.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and I could see Jesse next door in his driveway, practicing skateboard tricks.
He waved when he saw me looking out the window, and I gave him a quick nod in return.
Then I went over to my desk and grabbed my phone off the charger.
But then I realized that I never actually packed my beach bag last night like Mom had asked me to do. I looked over at the duffel bag that was sitting in the corner of my room.
It was empty except for a pair of flip flops that were still in there from our last vacation.
I sighed and picked up the bag, unzipping it so that it was ready to be packed.
Then I heard Mom calling up the stairs to me.
"Are you almost ready?" she asked.
"Yeah," I called back.
"Just a minute!"
"Actually, honey," she said, her voice hesitant, "there's been a change of plans."
I paused, duffel bag in hand. "What do you mean, a change of plans?"
"We're not going to the beach," she replied, her tone softening. "We're going to see your dad."