[Ash]: 102.Contests.Drabbles.August 2008

After two straight hours of my brother and I arguing back and forth about who should get up and change the television my mom finally walked in the room and picked up the remote looking at both of us. After a stern yelling she handed me the remote and headed back into the kitchen. I tilted my head and looked at her; my head fell back down onto the couch as I lay comfortably on the cushions watching the surfing. That is way too much work for me. “Hey mom, can you get me a soda, and maybe some chips?”