Asara, or Ace as her friends called her, woke to the sound of her alarm. She sat up and smacked the thing silent. She took off the visor from her face then covered her eyes from the sunlight. It filled the room decorated in girlish pastels and reflected off the glossy game posters adorning the walls. She turned the visor over and viewed the graphic user interface, GUI, screen. Some diagrams and stats came up after a few flicks of her finger.

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“YES!” Asara slams open the door to her brother’s room. S ll in her pjs, she did some air punches, twists and jumps.

A young male’s voice moaned from under the sheets on the twin sized bed, tucked in a corner amongst body parts and prototypes. Asara walked over and pulled back the covers. He was s ll asleep with an eye cover over his face. She pulled on the eye cover and gives him a hard kick.

“Get up Bro!” She lets go of the eye cover and it pulled back, smacking his face. Startled, he flipped off the bed. “You have to do this every morning?” Groggy, he rubbed his back and slowly stood up.

“No good sleeping the day away.” She pulled open the curtains and the room filled with sunlight. “What are you so happy about?” He picked up his sheets and began fixing his bed, eyes half closed. “Less than 30 seconds left , I ,Asara Ace won another V-Match!” She jumped, catching the door-frame and started to do some pull-ups.

“Against who?” “Mel.” “You always win against Mel” “Shut up, Stravo!” Asara dropped down and ran out of the room. Stravo sat on the bed, rubbing his face. He stared at the door from which his sister had left as quickly as she came. The alarm clock went off reading 7:00am. He sighs and taps it off. He stares back at the door with a slow look about his face.

He plopped back on the bed and rolled over.