A boy and his video games...

When things are in a oily daze,
nothing is more clear,
than of me doing morning plays.

That is the poem I gave to my language arts teacher that got me in trouble. After the that witch Ms. Ratcar read it, she called my Mom and told her that I had "a problem." She said that I play too many video games and that I'm not going to go anywhere in life with video games as my teachers.

What does that old hag know about video games anyway? When she was a little girl (was she a little girl once?) all she would have had is a can or a wheel to roll around with a stick. All I'm trying to get at is calling my mom was a big mistake because as soon as she heard this she tore my game system out of my tv and hid it at the nieghbors. Seeing that empty spot on top of my tv when I opened my door was like opening my chest and seeing no heart. I almost cried when the horror finally sunk in.

That night I went into withdrawals and couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning trying to get to sleep but I couldn't help but think about video games. I imagined a small man going around saving the peaceful kingdom from evil. I saw a great hero keep the world safe. I imagined I was on a great adventure to seek out all the items to defeat the extremely powerful and evil boss. Then it hit me.

I need to go on a quest to get my video games back! I'll make a plan during school and go over there tomorrow night. With that thought I fell soundly asleep. The next day I woke up reached to grab the controller to play a quick round of games before breakfast but it wasn't there. At that moment I knew I had to get it back. I decided maybe diplomacy would help, so I talked to my mom about it.
"I was thinking mom, I will do better in school. Can I have my system back now?" I pleaded.
"Not until I see your next report card," she said firmly.
"But that's three weeks away! That's unfair!" I screamed at her.
"You should have thought about that before you let your grades slip so you could play video games," she said still firm as she put mayo on my sandwich.
At that moment the quest began.

I tried making a map from memory from when we were over there for christmas eve. Of course the journey would not be without it's perils. My friend almost spilled his pudding cup on my map and I narrowly kept a disaster from happening. I had to hide it from my teachers and when I finally got home I knew it was time. Operation Game Save shall now commence.

I snuck out of my window and crept over to our dear neighbors, the Patterson's, house. My heart pumped like a train engine. The adrenaline flowed through my veins as if I had just drank four gallons of coffee. My stomach felt as if I had. As I was about to sneak in their sliding door in the back, my mind raced. Would I be caught? If I do get caught, will I ever see my video games again? Will I go to jail?

I looked down at my game thermos filled with cocoa, and remembered so many times of great triumphs, and broken records. Then I became adamant on getting my games back, no matter the consequences. Of course, just in case I brought a ski mask, and would deny anything about this.

I went in the sliding door, looking for any trip wires or buckets above the door, like in the video games. You never know, right? I didn't see anything so I went in and looked around for anybody. Oh no! Their dog! I had to think fast. Their german shepard went up to me and started to growl. I smiled and remembered how much it liked my mom's cookies at christmas, so I spilled some of my cocoa on the rug, and the dog immediately started to lick it up.

With that disaster averted I made my way upstairs. I figured there would be only three places they would have it. 1) The upstairs closet. 2) Their bedroom. 3) A disgusting thought but...in their sons room being used by his, filthy, unwashed hands and being unappreciated by his bullish attitude. I went for the targets in order.

I made it upstairs and the coast was clear. I went to the closet and opened it up and then I saw why no one had ever looked in there. It was a mess! Presents that were thrown in there years ago, and hundreds of other things that have started to grow arms from age. I dug around for a little while when I heard someone coming out of a room. I had to act fast! I couldn't run, he would hear me, I couldn't hop into a room without being seen. So I jumped into the closet and closed the door most of the way.

It was their dispicable son, going downstairs. Once he was gone, I opened the door and decided to do my missions out of order, because of this sudden window of opportunity. I went into his room and I saw magazines everywhere, some clothes decorating the walls, but no video games. In a way I was relieved, even though I still had to find the video games and get out of there.

I made my way to the last place I thought it could be. I got into their room and looked around. I looked high, I looked in their closet, then I looked low. There it was. My video games were under their bed. I

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