Out Of My Limit | Michael Clifford

Chapter 9

Emily's POV
As I placed down out famous ingredients to go with the pancakes on the kitchen table, I could hear a distressed Michael coming in from the other room. Since we still hadn't had breakfast yet, I said I would make them, while he plays a solo game. I laughed allowed to myself as I knew he was only getting worked up about something so small. Like he couldn't find the virtual toilet or he dropped his sword. I hadn't actually played Game Of Thrones before so he was going to teach me after breakfast, or should I say lunch. I looked over at Michael's clock above the radio in the fridge:

11.41am

Everything was ready. So I called Michael in but I heard no response. I looked around the corner to see what was happening. And there in found Michael layers out flaying the floor on his back with the controller to the side if him. The TV screen read 'GAME OVER'.
His facial expressions told me everything.
"C'mon." I said, signalling to come to the kitchen to eat.
"Help me!" He whined, reaching out his hand for me to pull him up.
"Ugh!" I walked over to him towering over his head and laughed at his child like behaviour. I took his hand, but before I knew it, I was being dragged to the floor along side of him. We burst out into fits of laughter, in between my fail attempts of walking Michael's arm with a cushion. I finally stood up, but Michael being Michael refused and got into a strop because I left him. So, I bought the pancakes into the living room and placed them on our crossed legged laps on the floor, with the ingredients set out on a tray in front of us. We did what we needed to do to make our pancakes taste the usual brilliant selves, and then dug in, but before I knew it, we were playing pancake face on each other and taking selfies and posting them on twitter.