Kate's VR Set-Up

~ by Reyansh Vashishtha (11 years old)

Dylan and Kate were kittens. They lived with their parents in a comfortable little home on a tropical island.

It was a scorching hot day and Dylan longed for an chocolate ice-cream. He also longed for a new VR set-up, so he could play games in 4D.

To Dylan’s dismay, Kate, his younger sister, got the very expensive VR set-up from their parents as a reward for her good grades. Since then,  Kate and Dylan became enemies and always fought over the VR set-up.

One afternoon…

“Beep! Boop! This game is so fun!” Dylan exclaimed as he played his favourite game, Fortnite, on his mobile phone.“Dylan! You have been playing for a long time!” Mum hollered, “stop playing and start studying for you next examination, will you!”

“It was barely two minutes” he complained and made a dash for Kate’s room.

“Kate, can I try your VR set-up?” Dylan asked soon after he barged in.

“Fine,” Kate grunted. Dylan was suspicious as Kate was not known for her kindness.

Dylan’s instincts were right, Kate had actually put glue on the set-up so it would be stuck onto Dylan’s head while he was wearing the set-up. She had sneakily squeezed the glue on just moments Dylan dashed in. She knew him too well and knew he would come satisfy his game addiction every time he got a scolding from mum.

Oblivious, Dylan put the VR set-up on and started to press the buttons on the game control. He only noticed something was amiss after he tried to remove the set-up.

“Heeeeelllllppppp!” Dylan screamed at the top of his lungs. “Not surprised are you, Dylan? Mwwaahahaha, you are STUCK in virtual reality!” Kate laughed vehemently.

Soon after, Dylan’s parents came to his aid. They were annoyed and thought Dylan had put glue on the VR set-up intentionally.  They fumbled to put ghee on ear. Dylan tried to tell them the truth but Kate denied and pleaded innocent.

Dylan wasn’t going to let Kate get away scot-free.

At night, he swapped Kate’s milk for spoiled milk. When she drank the milk, her eyes brimmed with tears, screamed and rolled on the floor.

“Don’t cry over spoiled milk!” Dylan guffawed, satisfied that his revenge was complete.