OMG THERE'S A.....(LADY)BUG ~A Short Story On Bugs~

OMGouda cheese, guys. League has a login queue. My lives is over. No matter how many times I hit that orange log-in button, there isn't any response from the server. What. Is. My. Life.

My lunch, a bowl of ramen, has sat untouched for at least an hour, the noodles soaking as they lose their taste in the soggy soup. My dog, who whined at my feet for me to go walk her half an hour ago has already relieved herself on the carpet. She gnaws at a pillow, similar to the way I gnaw at my own fingernails when I'm trying to receive a response from the server for the millionth time. 

 The phone rings. My friend is calling to ask if I want to go to the Music Festival at the park. I shout back a negative reply, my nerves shot by the wait. Slamming down the phone, I turn my bloodshot eyes to my computer screen. Wait. What is this? 

I'm in.** I'm in.** I waste no time getting into a match. I play through it, and cheer when I see a blue Victory! 

I check my watch. There's enough time to go to that Music Festival in the park. I call my friend, and we agree to meet each other there. I dress out of my stale gaming pjs and head out. Once I reach the entrance, I see my friend, smiling at me while reaching out her palm.

As I get closer to her, I look at her hand. Upon seeing it, I scream and run away. I hate lady(bugs).