Story #34

The sound of gun shots and helicopters boomed from Howard’s room. He furiously tapped the buttons on his controller. His mom walked in and turned down the sound.

“Mom! I’m playing,” he yelled.

His mom put a hand on her hip and said, “Do you have any homework?”

“No, I did it in class.” He maneuvered his head around to focus on the game. His mom stood directly in front of the tv.

“Where’s your report card, Howard?”

Howard paused his game. “We don’t get them until Friday, mom. Now can I keep playing the game?”

His mom threw her hands up in the air. “Fine, but bedtime is in 30 minutes, young man.” She walked out his room and shut the door behind her.

Howard pressed START on the controller and turned up the sound to drown out the sound of him unzipping his backpack. He took out a crumpled envelope that said TO THE PARENTS OF HOWARD LEWIS. He took out the report card with the note attached. Before he could rip it up, his mom walked in without knocking.

“Hey, I was wondering if…wait, what is that?”

Howard quickly put the paper behind his back. “It’s just homework. I was looking over it again.”

His mom grabbed the paper and stared at the note and grades. She read the part about him possibly being held back out loud. She glanced back at Howard whose head was down. Without saying a word, she unplugged his XBOX One and threw it on the ground.

“Mom, no!” The console instantly broke into three large pieces. She unplugged the TV and put it in the garage. “You only have 9 weeks left before this school year is over and you’re going to eat, sleep, and BREATHE school! No more video games, computer, TV, or anything. No sleep overs, no playing outside, no NOTHING, so don’t ask!” Howard teared up and shook his head up and down.

Lol this story sucked. My excuse is that I’m hanging out with my little cousin.

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4 thoughts on “Story #34

    1. Thanks for the kind words! I always feel like I can do better with more time. This story was created in the midst of playing video games with my younger cousin. She’s 11 so her patience was pretty low. (: thank you again!

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