One glance was enough to get back and study for my everlasting exams.
Let us rewind a little to understand my predicament.
It was during the procession of the COVID-19 pandemic. Online classes were rife, and so were video games. They were enjoyed simultaneously, with a teeny-weeny tilt toward gaming. Don’t worry, just a little – totally was concentrating with my fellow accomplice friends during Chemistry.
Picking up the plastic XBOX controller and positioning it snugly within the crevices of my palms, I pretended to be Mac, a Formula 1 racer and worldwide star, who loved the sheer exhilaration, danger, and joy of the sport. Mac was a favourite character that I frequently imagined as my alter ego because he was muscular and tall. I drowned out the mouse-like voices of my teachers and concentrated on the game.
‘I would not exchange my position in the race for anything.’
That was some sick voice acting by Mac. It was new, and the voice was uncannily familiar – but I couldn’t place my finger on the source. Probably a new update.
‘My heart leapt into my mouth as the referee placed his index finger on the trigger of the silver gun, giving the crowd and all the racers a feeling of silent anticipation. I had a fire in my belly to succeed and claim the one-million-dollar cash prize. Three, two, one…’
Yeah, the voice did sound really familiar. Hmm…
The race began.
I ignored the demons in my brain and roared up my trustworthy, upgraded, and V8-powered Mercedes AMG. It zoomed forward as I rounded the first corner easily, overtaking my fellow buddies. They crashed into one another, and I had a good head start. My surroundings were a blur as I sped on the straight track at three hundred miles per hour, and my tires squealed as I turned around another sharp bend on the orange tracks.
I was approaching the hardest section of the course when my friends suddenly went deadly silent. Even their cars were stationary – as if they were caught gaming during class and were receiving a rattling scolding for their misdemeanour.
Nah. We were too good at hiding. There’s no way they will disconnect and-
My amigos disconnected. Their cars were completely wiped from the server. I was the only one remaining.
As I stared longer at my monitor, I could discern a blurry image of Mac in the background. Except, he looked pretty muscular and tall, and seemingly furious. He was holding a microphone in his hand as well, for whatever reason. He reminded me of my Dad.
‘Yes, Ms. Tom?’ I switched tabs over to my online conference and spotted two things. First, everyone looked amused. Next, my camera and microphone were turned on.
My racing buddy, Mac was now looking so frightened and could only say two words that made my heart shudder.
Oh, no. I better end this report before the fire from my Dad’s mouth burns my laptop.
Cover image by Kelly / Pexels. The copyright of ‘Online Classes: A Funny Tale ’ belongs to Naga Pranav Patcha.