Game Over

Chapter 2

I woke up to Jason, my little brother, yelling in my ear. He was in his star wars pajamas and had a serious case of bed head, but that didn’t stop him from breaking my ear drums. “MOM SAYS YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP OR SHE WILL MAKE YOU EAT A BANANA INSTEAD OF SOME PANCAKES, AND ALSO YOU WILL BE LATE TO SCHOOL WHICH YOU DON’T WANT TO BE. MY FRIEND TOLD ME WHEN HIS BROTHER WAS IN SIXTH GRADE THAT HE.... I stopped listening. He could talk all day if he needed to, and if he wasn’t talking he was crying. That boy had taught himself the art of fake crying, and no matter how many times I told mom he was faking she didn’t want to hear it.

I decided to heed his warning and got up only to chase him out my room. When my room was little brother proof I decided it was time to get dressed. I brushed my teeth and hair, and splashed water on my face to wake me up. That did the trick, and in two more minutes I was downstairs stuffing my face with pancakes.

When I was about to shove another forkful l into my mouth my phone buzzed. I set down my fork and picked up my phone and read Donny’s text. It looked like something he copied from Wikipedia it read:

John J. Reynolds Born in 1967 on March 4th to Mary and Joe Reynolds. When he was young he attended a private school and disliked it, he decided to “rebel” against his parents and pursue game designing. For the rest of his teenage years he went to different programs and online sessions that helped him to pursue his dream. In July of 1989 he graduated from the Southwestern College of animation and design at top of his class. In 19 he started “Game makers Way” his now very successful video game corporation. New hit games include Lion Brawl, Army 4, and his all new booth game animal Hopper coming out on Christmas day.

Tagged along with the paragraph was a picture of a middle aged man with a cleanly shaven beard and slicked back hair. He had a smiled that seemed to say “I’m better than you and I know it”. Behind the paragraph was a message from the one and only Donny

“Here you go, oh and COME ON”

I looked up at the kitchen and noticed that if I sat there stuffing my face a minute longer Donny and I would be late for school.

I got up, leaving without picking up my plate and grab my backpack. “BYE MOM” I yell before I slam the door behind me.