Virtual Reality

Hey. I'm Tabby. I'm 16.
I guess you could call me the average teenager.
Gossiper, loves guys, and addicted to the internet.
Too addicted.

Tabby spends her life on the computer, and she knows it. So when she comes across a new virtual world "Palm City", she doesn't hesitate to join. But this world seems more real than ever, and teens all over the world are going missing a couple days after the website is created. Is there something more to Palm City than just a website? Is virtuality becoming reality?


2. Creating Me

Chapter 2- Creating Me

Gemma leans across my shoulder, her brown eyes sucked into the computer screen. "What's this?" she asks. I shrug. "Some website my friend told me about...Palm City. Virtual world." Gemma nods slowly. "Nice. I love this kinda stuff." I look over to her and smile. "Really?" I say. "Me too." I type in my details, and then all of a sudden my webcam flashes, and a snapshot of me appears on the screen. I watch as I merge into a virtual me. "Wow," Gemma breathes. "Impressive." I nod. It looks like me, but kinda perfect. Like me, but ten million times hotter. They've even given me curves. Wow, they are good. It asks me to type in my name. Tabby Jones. The screen flicks, then I'm in a boring white room. The screen's in a first person perspective. "Awh, cool beans!" I gasp. "But how the hell do I move?" I realise everything I say in reality, is also being said in Palm City. "Hello!" I say, testing it out. My voice sounds the same, just a little computerized and auto-tuned. I press the arrow keys and I move around. A smile tugs at Gemma's lips. I look down at my body by moving the mouse, then squeal in horror when I realise I'm naked. "There's a wardrobe over there," Gemma says, pointing at the scream, looking as horrified as me. I nod and rush over to it, then put on some underwear, and a top and turqoise jeans. "Hot," Gemma comments. I open the door and gasp as I take in my surroundings. Big lights, shops, cafes, and millions of people. Cute guys, ugly guys, hot girls, less hot girls. "WOW!" Me and Gemma chorus. "Wow, alright," a voice says. I spin round. It's a guy who looks about 25ish, wearing a hat with dark curls spilling out. He has menacing green eyes. Gemma smiles. "This place is awesome," I breathe. He nods, and strums a guitar. "There's guitars?!" Gemma squeals. A smile spreads across his face and he nods again. "Yeah, there's everything." He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out a couple coins. I gawp. "Money?!" I cry. "Yup," he says, then tips the coins into my hand. "I'm Andy by the way." I nod. "Tabby. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go explore." Andy stops me. "Wait! Can I get your ID number?" he aks. "Ummm." I look at Gemma and mouth "What is an ID number?!" she shrugs. Then I see a number at the bottom of my screen. Ah. "86428," I say, then turn and bump into a short pretty girl. I look up, and see a big clothes shop, smile, and walk in, seeing the most amazing clothes I've ever seen. In. My. Life.


Yes, it seemed great at first. It was, really. Perfect. So real. Too real. I should have left before it was too late.


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