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[iDecay]

Hi. :D

[*Blow_Don't_SUCK*]

My digi died on me one April day.

It was like all those other Aprils. A bit cool and sunny. Who knew I was going to lose my beloved digi? Oh no, no one knew! In fact, it was a last-minute decision made by my beloved parents. Oh yes my beloved parents!

That April day they were packing up to go travel, yessiree!

"Leave us at home for Spring Break, shall you?" My sister moaned.

My dear, 50-year old mother ignored her and kept piling her suitcase with clothes from gay ass stores such as Lord and Taylor, Banana Republic, and Ann Taylor.

After a good 10 minutes, "clothes suitcase" was finished with. My father placed it in the living room near the front door for their departure in the coming 7 hours. Now, my mother took out her hand-carry bag. In other words, the bag! It wasn't any heavy-lifting bag. No. It was the bag. What's so special about it? Well, the bag is the only bag that one passenger carries and puts all his/her (not necessarily) valuable "stuff".

And there she was, my digi. My rectangular, silver digi sitting on top of the coffee table, gleaming with it's pride! It was like it's saying, "Hello world! I'm a digi! I can take pictures AND delete them! HA! How kickass is that?!"

During its last seconds sitting on that table top, the sun embraced it with its golden shine. You would've adored the sight of that sight! A brand new digi recently bought in Christmas (that was, btw, 25% off).

Then, unexpectedly, shockingly, and most of all, horrifyingly!

My mother walked to the coffee table, the same table where my digi sat like a king of all electronics! Her aging and wrinkled arm reached out as her fingers grasped my beloved digi.

"MOM!" I yelled. It was a crucial moment! Everything was in slow-motion as my mother's cruel arm snatched that digi from the coffee table and put it in the bag.

And once it was out of the side, sitting in the dark void of the bag, time went back to its speed.

"MOM WTF?!"

My mother gave an expaserated sigh. "You don't need it."

The end.

Yes I was bored.