WRATH

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n. intense anger; rage; fury, any action carried out in great anger, especially for punishment or vengeance.

“You couldn’t have paid me to believe that she had it in her to make a person feel the wrath of her madness-so quickly.”

-Angie

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I knew she was trouble when I walked in. But shame on who?

The first page asked me for my name, address, and email address. I answered it honestly, by revealing my real first and last name, the PO Box where I get my snail mail, and the email address that was set up for me by the college I attended.

The next page asked me to enter my nickname and a password before I could enter this room that I couldn’t wait to get into. “Cinamon,” I thought. Cinamon would be perfect for me-a name that described me perfectly and (later into this), took on a totally new meaning…

As for my password, I thought of something to definitely identify me truthfully and honestly, since I trusted her-because I loved her since I was a kid.

The next page showed a picture of her that was actually quite frightening. It had a pitch-black background with a line-drawing of her face (in red). Her head was kind of tilted to the side. She had a look in her eyes as if you were about to travel into deep space or something. She wasn’t showing her world renowned pretty smile, nor was she frowning. She looked...seductive and tempting-like upon entrance, there was either: good and straight, or curves and trouble ahead...

I asked myself: “How could such a beautiful woman with the prettiest, most winning and innocent smile in the entire world, take such a picture that sends something weird through you this way?” Because she looked like she was up to something sneaky and wicked-for real…

“Oh well, this is the Internet,” I said to myself. I smiled anyways.

The next words I saw read: “CHAT ROOM” then: “ENTER” (and I did just that).

When I entered, it looked like a totally different world to me. Words! Words! Words! was all I could see. So much emotion going on: Exclamation points, bold letters, and colors. I was seeing things like: ROTFLMAO, LMAO, LMBO, brb, bbl, mym, ((((Cinamon)))), lol, :D ;o :o ;) :) :p *looking at Cinamon* oic, *gone *dust

...and all kinds of chat lingo. Oh I stand to be corrected, they are called: “emoticons” in this world-sorry. It took me a while to catch on to this new language, and boy was it driving me crazy.

I came into the room when it was thirteen inches of snow on the ground one mid-December day. I was off from school on Christmas break, so I figured I’d have more than enough time to learn all that I didn’t know and understand.

When my nickname appeared, the words before it read: “New User: Welcome.”

What was next? *as I shrug my shoulders and bat my lashes*

Yours truly: “{Cinamon}”: ...moi.

In my own virtual world, I envisioned myself walking into a room full of strangers who stopped to speak to me and then I introduced myself. From there, we would talk about this wonderful woman who we all had in common-Janet:

“Welcome New User {Dunk}: authorized ”

...that’s who I couldn’t wait to see...

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