"Man! Killed again!" I said as I was looking at the flash of the screen. "Game Over," it read as I throw my controller on the ground. "How on Earth do people speedrun this crap? I can't even get through the first level without dying." I felt my little brother looking over my shoulder. "Maybe you need a break, maybe go outside a bit. I'll 1v1 you in basketball," he tells me with slight hope inside.

I pick back up my controller. It was beaten up and one of the buttons were worn. "I need a new controller," I said as I test out the other buttons. "What you need is to stop throwing that controller around. I'm not buying you your next one you know," my mom says as she continues to wash the dishes.

"Maybe you should 'control' your anger, ah, ah," my annoying older sister says as she ruffles my hair. "Maybe you should control your mouth before I make you," I said as I go for the neck. She screams and yells, "Mmmmoooommmm! Kyle is trying to kill me again." "Why don't ever shut your little piehole up!?!"

"KYLE!! Stop that or you'll never see the light of day!" Mom tries to threaten me, but it's ineffective. Now that was adorable, it's not like I need to ever go outside again. I got pizza delivery, online friends, cyberschool, and a couch. What else do I not need? "Why don't you ever do something that will affect him, Mom?" my sister says as I shoot a glare at her.

And there goes the peanut gallery again with another smart comment. Good job moron. "Actually, that's a very good idea, Katie," Mom says as she looks back at me. Shoot, I actually thought she was kidding. I'm now dead. 

"If you disappoint me one more time, those games are next week's garbage." Oof, now that's super effective. Welp, I'm dead. RIP: Kyle Gregor 2002-2019 "Was a good gamer, not anymore."