Little Brothers

True Story

I sigh...Im trying to write a simple story. Just a little something for me. I stare at the computer screen, trying to tune out the constant noise at my left. The jumping up and down on the couch, the laughing and screaming. The "singing". As he would call it.

Im trying to mind my own business, but hes making it impossible. Now hes reading over my shoulder, yelling about how unfair this is. Telling me to delete it. But  I wont. He knows it too. Thats why hes upset...

I reach over and hit him across the chest. He yells out in pain because Im so very strong. Or Id like to tell myself.

The television is on in the background. I hear music.

He just wont shut up. I keep telling myself he'll go away. He'll find some amazing and great thing in his OWN room, and leave me be to write a story. I feel as if Im accomplishing nothing here, with him making my head hurt.

Where are my parents?! They have conveniantly dissapeared.

Could the tv be any louder?! I think not.

This is turning into quite the lengthy selection. I wouldnt call it a story, but you catch my drift.

He just watches as I type, bugging the heck out of me! Laying his head on my shoulder...pretending he cares. Ya right...

He tells me to delete all of this, I tell him no. He threatens me, I take it in stride. Of course he will threaten me. He'll pretend he has some awful dirt on me, but really hes bluffing. After all, thats what little brothers are for.

 

Reviews

[0_o Abbie]

I can so imagine Tyler doing all of this. lol so awesomely funny. But my heart goes out to you.

Nice write btw. :D