Musa and Me

  So, when you have a brother you say, "Wow."
     But after like a month you say, "He has to go."
     Well, I have one. He is OK. He needs to work on a lot of things. First, he needs to work on not going in my room. Well, lets get to the

story.
     We are going to the lake to play Lazar tag and then going home and play video games.
     I said, "Yes."

     "Yes, video games?" mom said.
     "How much is this video game?" said Musa.

     Mom said, "We're not buying that. It's like $40! AND I cant buy it. Will you stop whining?"

     "Come on. Shoot the bad guy," Musa said.

     "Boys its time for snack in bed. Corn dogs! Where is Musa?"

     "He is here hitting me and Kyan me and Obed," I said. "Can you make him stop? It hurts us like never before! Musa stop!" 

     "Ok mom, but it is fun."

    "We do not hit a bad guy," mom said. "But we dont hit. ok only if a bad guy is here."

     "Ayize stop," Musa said.

     "Hes done with the hiting."

     Well I guess whoever reading this can know what I FEEL Like. IT FEELS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN HIT SO HARD.