Shoshonna Shoap

The Game

The Game Jackson sat in his brown desk chair. He had a trail of wrappers and cans splayed around him. The boy had spent hours in that very same spot. Jackson’s hair was mussed and his clothes were the same as the day before. The glow of the computer screen illuminated his face with an eery glow. He was tired, oh so tired but he could not give up. He had to finish the game in time. The reward was too great. All he needed to do was remember the special code in the final level.