[RODNEY's POV]
As Trump blared in the living room television, I sat in the other room starring at my blank phone.
"MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!-"
"-AND I'M GOING TO MAKE THE MEXICANS PAY FOR IT ALL AND-!"
For Christ's sake! I turned around, seeing my little brother, Hamm, on the couch with a red logo cap. His head was completely immersed to the bright orange screen and he didn't even notice me speaking.
"Hey Hamm!"
"HAMMM, HELLO?"
No answer.
Sliding off from my chair, I scooped up my cell to keep in my pocket, then strolled to my brainwashed sibling. The carpet was covered in crap from Legos to naked Barbies. Luckily, this time anyway, I did not have the misfortune to accidentally feel the pain of the crushing contact of plastic Lego onto unsuspecting foot.
"HEYYYY HAMMMM!!"
"HAMM! YOU DEAD THERE?!"
Hamm's eyes fluttered from disorientation, like he was just woken up from a long, suppressing nap.
"Wha-what?" He squinted, trying to fixate into reality. Finally, I saw his face fully. His eyes were bloodshot. Red-probably from dehydration. There was a half filled after bottle on the coffee table. I tossed it to his hands, but feebly, he missed a mile away. He looked stoned. Yep, that's what politics will do to you. Drug you with lies and false belief. Poor kid.
Before, I was just going to yell at him to turn the volume down, but a voice in my head said otherwise. That or is was because my phone started to sing.
"Hello?"
Dead silence.
"Hello? Anyone there?"
