All memories will be written in the third person point of view.
Just for the sake of not using my own name, I will be known as Charlotte.
The three young girls plopped down on the carpeted floor, tablets in hand.
The oldest of the bunch, a blond-haired blue-eyed little girl, at 10 years old is considered the “leader” in the other girls’ eyes. Her name is Emma.
Charlotte, the youngest of the group is 7 years old - her and Emma are step-sisters.
The second eldest of the group is the “neighbor girl,” Amelia. She’s 8 years old.
During this time, one of the most popular games was Minecraft. In this game, people (from all over the world) can interact with one another online.
“Minecraft is a video game in which players create and break apart various kinds of blocks in three-dimensional worlds. The game's two main modes are Survival and Creative. In Survival, players must find their own building supplies and food. They also interact with blocklike mobs, or moving creatures.” (TheWashingtonPost)
On this day, Emma wanted to play on a certain Minecraft server (the name of the server long forgotten - on this server people could group together to form a team or an alliance).
Of course, the three young girls formed a team and then later created a “base”. As the eldest, Emma became the team leader.
She instructed the other two girls on a plan she devised. It was simple really.
Both Charlotte and Amelia were to join a team with another player, gain their trust, then steal their resources (loot).
The girls did just that.
Some random player accepted the two girls and allowed them to join his team. Maybe it was this act of kindness.
Amelia did as the puppet master (Emma) instructed and stole some items (she couldn’t have been less obvious).
Young Charlotte stayed with this other Minecraft player even after Amelia left. He questioned Charlotte, she claimed she didn’t steal from him but rather the other girl did. She also claimed she was loyal.
That’s when she felt it. The sincerity of her claim. She was loyal. She was loyal to this random, online, Minecraft player than the people she actually knew in person.
A few days later, young Charlotte returned to this other player’s base to find it destroyed and in ruins.
At that time she also felt another emotion. She didn’t know what it was during that time. She later realized what she felt was loyalty and loss.
From then on, young Charlotte has pondered this memory and the emotions attached multiple times.
Due to how silly this memory is, I've never told anyone about what I felt.