This choice: After breakfast, you play video games alone • Go Back...Chapter #4Cereals, and video games by: saicrit   As you slowly chew on your corn flakes, you have to stiffle a yawn more than once to prevent some falling right back into the bowl. Since you were free today anyway, you had assumed staying up until three in the morning would be no problem. At first, you've had some awesome chats with cool people from all around the web and later, you just aimlessly browsed some random articles on sites that didn't really interest you as well as youtube videos of people smashing their PCs to pieces. You had also stolen a bottle of beer which your dad has bought some weeks ago. Your dad often drank beer and enjoyed it a lot, but right now, he was in Indonesia because of his work. Your mom, Linda, however, did not like the beverage at all. And even more, she didn't like seeing you drinking it at any time. "No alcohol until he is 18, do you understand me?" You have heard your mom thunder more than once, whenever she had spied your dad secretly pouring you a glass. "It's just one glass, dear. That hardly has any alcohol." Your dad would then soothe your mother, but she would have none of it.
Now your dad was never one to be easily intimidated, but you were sometimes a little scared of your mother. Not only was she tall enough to tower over yourself, but her voice was loud whenever she got emotional and her fits of anger were legendary, even though she was a good person most of the time. Her punishments were always really harsh, too. Once, she had ordered you to clean your room and when she had complained that it wasn't good enough, you tried arguing with her only for the shortest time. Your mom had instantly taken away your computer for an entire week, literally plugging it off and locking it away in her bedroom. You knew you could have stolen it back from there easily, but there was no way she wouldn't have known. And you always knew better than to piss her off further when she was already boiling. That never lead to pleasant results.
You groggily shake your head to drive the unpleasant memories from your brain. Looking at Isabelle, your little sis, you are amazed how she can be so full of energy today. Isabelle seems to be trying to gulp down her cereals as fast as possible, her face carrying a fat grin whenever her mouth wasn't filled and her sparkling eyes were darting around the room like flying arrows. You also noticed how her legs were constantly shuffling and twitching around. Did this brat ever know how to sit still?
"So..." you wearily mumble, dimly remembering how your mom had commanded you to look after your sister today. Since your mom is a businesswoman (Some sort of secretary, but you sometimes call her Mrs. Important, mockingly. Never to her face, though), she would usually send one of her two chosen babysitters after you, but since one of them was on vacation and the other one had caught some sort of flu, your mom had given the responsibility to you, this time. "I think you are old enough for this, anyway." She had said "And it's only for a week." You had asked her if she couldn't simply hire someone else, but your mom didn't trust others easily.
Your thoughts had drifted off once again. "Hmmm?" Isabelle replies, through a cereal-filled smile. You shake your head and groan softly. "So, uhm... You wanna do anything special today, sis? Since I gotta babysit you, or something." You crack a smirk at her frown and Isabelle spits "I'm not a baby!" after swiftly making room in her mouth. You just chuckle and take another spoon of cornflakes. "But... No. Not really. I don't know what I wanna do today, yet." Sounds like an easy job for me!, you think, but you remain silent. You watch her for a little longer and add "You kinda seem to be in a hurry, though..." To which she starts beaming like the sun itself. "Oh, I have to finish quickly! In ten minutes or so, the new episode will come!" Isabelle chimed.
You try to remember what exactly she's talking about, but you give up quickly. You shrug and say "One of those girly trash shows, right?" and are once again delighted by Isabelle's swift outburst "It's NOT trash! It's awesome and I bet even you would like it if you gave it a try!" "Yeah, well, no thank you."
True to her word, Isabelle swiftly finished and then rushed off from the table wordlessly, to the front of the TV. You stare darkly at her cereal bowl and spoon she had left. "Hey! Put those into the dishwasher yourself!" You yell, but only get the impatient reply "I don't have time now! It's gonna start now!" You pound the table with your fist in frustration. You always have to do stuff like that. If you just removed your own like a good boy and left Isabelle's dishes there, you just know mom would get on your nerves why YOU didn't remove it. It just made no sense.
Getting up with another yawn, you take both of your dishes and put them away properly. As you walk across the living room, you spy your sister lying flat on her stomach, her eyes glued to the TV screen. From the TV screen, horrible, colorful faces stare back at you, with oversized eyes and loud, shrill voices. How anyone could watch something like that willingly, that was beyond you.
You decide to walk up wordlessly to your room and play some good old video games in peace and quiet. Your sis would be in the loving care of the Television anyway and you knew you couldn't compete with that, even if you tried. Let alone the fact that you didn't want to try. So you retreat to the safety of your room and get out your sweet handheld game system. Despite being armed with a working computer and all the glory of the internet, you decided to start playing this particular game, one you once got for your birthday and had played through twice already. Noticing that the faint smell of beer was still in the air, you wisely decided to open the window at first.
You jump on your bed and turn on your little device and almost instantly, you are lost in this amazing game. While you are absorbed in the wonders of eletronic entertainment, warm summer air comes creeping into your room, making you lazy and tired. You keep gaming on for several minutes, but eventually, you feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier...
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