A few days ago I discovered that ever since my brother left for the Navy, that his Xbox was up for grabs. I was so excited that I would finally be able to play it. My brother was not a sharer when it came to his pride and joy, aka the Xbox. So I pack up his Xbox and move it into the living room to play it. Let me say, that was the longest I have played it in years.
Then, yesterday, I had a family dinner at Olive Garden with my mom, and yes, it was delicious. I was thrilled to know that when I got home I could play the Xbox all I wanted. You could say I became a little obsessed with it. Then all my excitement vanished when I returned home to notice the Xbox missing. My dad had taken it into his room. My reaction was quite hysterical, I'm not completely proud of it, but can you blame me? I had just gotten the Xbox for two days, and it was already taken from me!
So, what did I do instead? Homework. That's right, homework. It was as awful as it sounds. I stewed in anger, I know, it’s pathetic. It’s just an Xbox and I should get over it, but I just couldn’t do that. So now I had a competitor, and the prize was so glorious -well at least to me it is- and so beautiful. The Xbox glowed with its glory! I had to win it no matter what. Yeah, I was obsessed.
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