Once I had a homework assignment and I tried to work on it in my room. In my room, I have a blue chair, a white and blue bed with squares, and the time of day was at night. When I tried working on it, my little five-year old brother came into the room. My little brother is young, sometimes mean with me, and likes playing hockey and soccer with me almost every day. His name is Bobby Ray. I told him to leave so that I could concentrate, but he refused to leave and stayed in the room. I was mad at him because he didn’t leave, so I kept carrying him off the ground and out of my room. But every time I did that, he kept coming back into my room. I yelled at him and said, “You’re distracting me.”
He argued back and said in a loud voice, “How am I distracting you?’’.
That made me even madder. I kept saying I needed privacy, but I didn’t have it. I screamed, “Can you just leave already?”
He said, “I just want to sit down”.
When he said he just wanted to sit down, I said, “You can go sit somewhere else.’’And because he didn’t leave when I told him to, I decided not to work on the assignment. I left my room without talking to him because I was still mad at him for not leaving the room when I told him to.
This reminds me of a time when I was playing a game on the computer in the computer room. I was playing the Impossible Quiz 2. I was almost done the game when Bobby-Ray came into the room because he wanted to play. I told him to let me finish my game first, but he was too impatient to let me finish and he was crying. We were arguing about which one of them should happen first (me finishing my game or him starting his game.) Since we couldn’t decide, I left the computer room and let him have the turn in an angry manner.
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Opening Up: Non-Fiction Stories about Give and Take, Volume 1
Não FicçãoA collection of short stories written by many different young authors about selfish and selfless experiences. This is the first volume of the anthology.
