I was sitting in my living room. I thought that I should play the game. It was so boring. I don’t know how I even liked it at age 6. The game was about going to space and feeding people from different planets with food from Earth.  I like games that are E for everyone, but Not kiddy and childish games like this one. I went to my treehouse and looked for the Olympic marathon runner outside. He wasn’t there, but I expected him to come back the next day so I threw the boring game, Spaceness Food in the trash, so he could get Spaceness Food, which would give me a chance to start running after him. But I was at an advantage. I would stay in my treehouse. My treehouse has a bridge that would allow me to run across and jump on him. If I jumped and missed then I have to run for my identity not to get stolen. The next day, I went to my treehouse at 8:00 A.M and I saw him jog to the garbage at 9:53 A.M. Just then, he grabbed the game and thought he was fine so he started walking, but little did he know, I was in me treehouse.

I heard him say, “That kid isn’t here, that means Boss will be very happy.” I wondered who “Boss” was and why he would be after me. I started running. He heard the footsteps and started running too. I leaped off the wall and landed on his shoulders I flipped him over with my legs like a WWE wrestler would do when he gets on top of the corner part of the ring and jump off. The good thing was that there was a mat on the ground so he didn’t get hurt too badly, but he deserved it for trying to steal the game for “Boss.”

I whispered in his ear, “Who’s Boss?” He didn’t reply.

To Be Continued