Life Is Strange(r Than Fiction)

Warning: This story contains spoilers for the videogame ‘Life Is Strange.’

(I am 24 years old and pretty geeky. I have recently moved back home after a failed relationship, as has my older sister. We are very different; she likes to drink and party and I am a through-and-through wallflower. I go to a friend’s house one weekend, and we play a game called ‘Life is Strange.’ Being mature adults (sarcasm!), we decide to finish the game. As of such, I don’t get home until three am. The next morning:)

Mum: “Not like you to stay out so late.”

Older Sister: “Yeah, you dirty stop-out. What WERE you doing?”

Me: “Oh, eh, playing a video game.”

Mum: “Oh, okay!”

Older Sister: *glaring at me* “What is wrong with you?! You should be partying!”

Me: “I went to a party in the game; does that count?”

Older Sister: “Did you get drunk at that party?”

Me: “Nope. Got drugged and kidnapped, though.”

Older Sister: *thinks about it* “Yeah, suppose that counts.”