The stacks

Wren's pov: 

Pounding. Pounding is all I ever feel anymore. You'd think I'd be used to it after all these years living in the stacks, but I never have.

For those who don't know, the stacks are a bunch of housing units stacked on top of each other, so if someone jumps, you feel it, and so does the person beside them, besides you, under you, and under the, so basically everyone. You might be wondering, why are people jumping? 

I live in Columbus, Ohio, where James Halliday and Ogden Morrow created the revolutionary "oasis" in 2025. after the first few years, morrow was out of the picture, and Halliday completely took over. The Oasis is a game... well, more of a place where anyone can escape from the real world.

You can be whoever and where ever you want. Personally, my avatar is a girl my age with wavy, long brown hair who wears leather pants, combat boots, and a black denim jacket.                      

 In the Oasis, you can do many different things, like go to a casino the size of a planet, Skydive with a celebrity, and have a snowball fight in the Sahara desert; the possibilities are endless.

I decided to leave my stack; by ours, I mean me and my mom's. My father left us, and we don't know why. I mean, maybe he just hated all the pounding or the Metaverse.

I sneaked out the door, hopped on a thick, rickety wire, and rode down to the bottom stick. "Good morning Wren" I heard from behind me as I slid down. "Good morning Mrs. Gilmore" I responded. She's the sweet lady but stuck in the stacks with the rest of us. "What's the matter? Life bringing you down?" She asked with a chuckle.

I hooked my head and went to my van, which I keep hidden behind a different pair of stacks that holds all my equipment and gaming systems. I carefully make my way to the truck and strap on my equipment, and get ready to join the Oasis. My name is Wren, and this is my story.