There
it was, my beautiful PlayStation, just sitting in my mom's room, lonely,
probably cold.... I could just watch it all day, with its slim black figure and
the giant PS3 sign on the top always made me smile. But that smile turn around
when I remembered my mom consecrated it and it was imprisoned in
her closet, awaiting for the next time to play it. That horrible day all
started when on a weekend. The only two days I have to play my games. I signed
in my account on the ps3 to see all my friends were on. I didn’t hesitate to
slip in a CD and press start.
As the game started my mother walked in
the room. ‘’ GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK!’’, she said in an angry tone. Of course I got up without questioning and
opened my book to the first page and started to read. ‘’ In the year 1856, they
discovered a verity of bread. There was wheat.. white…also….they…’’, I said
lazily in my head trying not to fall asleep. ‘’I’ll just play on the game for
half an hour and go back to work.’’ I threw my book on my bed, got up, and ran
happily to the television. ‘’Beep’’, my game turned on and I sat down and
played. Before I knew it, the sunny day turned to darkness and I was still
racing my cars and yelling at my friends for beating me. SLAM! My door opened
wide, hitting the wall.
I jumped up in fear. My mom looked at
the TV and then looked at my with an angry face. It looked like her eyes had
turned red and steam came out her ear. Or maybe I’m just imagining this. She stumped
towards the television and yanked the cords off. I sat on my chair just staring
at her with my controller in my hand knowing that what I did was wrong. She stumped
back out the room, leaving an empty space under my TV. So of course that’s how it happened. To this
day she hasn’t give me back my PlayStation.
