“See you later.” The longer the absence; the sweeter the feeling.
There was nothing to write about your early lectures. Oh, the teachers spoke enthusiastically about the subject and pulled their class in with their digital presentation and blackboard talents. But the experience lost its edge a second time around. A simple fix with the App afterwards left you with a comprehensive set of note since you spent the intervening hours playing with your living doll. Meagan’s details were still loaded in the App after all.
‘Meagan is setting up her Timberlake playlist as she prepares to review material for her next class.’ No faulting the studious bee her taste music, but listening to a Japanese pop-band suited her much better. You checked again ten-ish minutes later and caught her taking a break reading celebrity gossip. It became another opportunity to warp and focus your plaything’s interests among a handful of others.
You weren’t far from her imagination either. ‘Looking into the bathroom mirror, Meagan compares her plain appearance with Alicia’s beauty.’ Ego almost kept you from altering your name into ‘Japanese’ but you wanted her obsessed, fixated, with something more abstract first. Although you did cheat once or twice, highlighting your best qualities in her mind whenever the App found a suitable stray thought.
Almost at lunch, stumbling onto an ‘Meagan wishes she was Japanese.’ while refreshing the App’s sentence had made you burst out laughing. In the middle of a class. But so worth the apology you had to make to the teacher. Revenge was sweet with ‘Japanese’ disappearing in favor of ‘amazonian’ this time. With Greek and Japanese history altered, you trusted Meagan to keep the connections and ideals you helped her form throughout the morning.