My Sister's Gameboy Pocket

When Mama would go to sleep I'd always go to the kitchen with my Gameboy Pocket to play it under the light on top of the oven. I had to be extra quiet so Mama wouldn't hear me.  If she did I would be grounded and I would cry, so much the house would flood.

This Gameboy is was actually my sister's she used to play it a lot, and I would watch. It was always hard to see though, the screen didn't light up like new phones do so I had move a lot to see what she was doing. But you could always tell what game she was playing because of the clear color, Link's Awakening was her favorite. She would always name the file Thief so when she stole from the Shop guy and everyone called her Thief it wouldn't matter. I miss her a lot, I always wonder if she would've given me this Gameboy if she could have. Maybe not, she never let me use it before, no matter how much I asked.

I would start up the game boy and lean my head all the way back until my chin was on my chest. Then that Ba-ding sound that takes me into my game rings and I cover the speaker to quiet it. Mama would hear it if I didn't, she could hear me lie at school from her work. The game starts, Pokemon Red, this was my first game that wasn't my sisters. It's fun but it doesn't save so I have to start all over every time. My sister had a friend who could fix it, but I never met him.

I talk to Professor Oak and name myself Thief like I always would before I finally got to pick my starter. I love Bulbasaur and almost always pick it. When I don't I like I did the wrong thing, like I lied to my teacher, but I like Charmander and Squirtle too so I try to use all three. The Gameboy would die sometimes and I knew it was the battery.

I couldn't ask Mama she would know I was playing when I shouldn't be, so I had no choice but to wait until she gave me knew ones. That was my allowance, it was that or some candy.

I had to check the clock a lot when it said 3:00 I had to run to bed, that's when Mama gets up. She would then "wake" me up and we go to her work. I would sleep by her desk until six when she would take a break to go take me to school. My sister used to watch me before and take me to school, but she can't anymore so I have to go with Mama. It wouldn't be so hard is my sister stayed, if she didn't go with the Army. Then she wouldn't have been called and-. I miss my sister.

Uphill

      "Hey how long have we been hiking," a short man with dark skin, wheezes out as he takes another
heavy step up the moutain.
      "Why? You getting tired," A skinny man with long, straight hair playfully responds
      The two men continue there trek up the side of a mountain, aiming to reach a small plaza at the top
      "What the hell do you think, we’ve been walking for a while now," his gasping only amplifies with
each step.
      "Nah dude, it’s been like 10 minutes," the skinny man jokes as he waits for his friend to catch up
      "Shut the hell up, I know it’s been at least an hour.
      "Nah, but honestly it’s been a while."
      "Man I’m getting pretty thirsty, it’s pretty hot right now," the short man complains as his voice
cracks like dirt does when the water it holds dries up.
      "Hotter than the morning that’s for sure, it doesn’t help there aren’t any clouds," the skinny man
looks at his shadow as if using himself as a sundial.
      "Do you have anything to drink."
      "Just my bottle of water," The skinny man pulls out his red water bottle from his backpack.
      "C’mon man give me some I’m pretty thirsty."
      "Nah man it’s mine," he then returns it to his backpack
      "Give me some."
      "You’re gonna have to beat me in a game, not like you can."
      "Shut the hell up, I can beat you. "
      "Nah, you’re a scrub."
      "Seriously, give me some water," the short man's wheezing turns into a dry cough.
      "Fine, let’s take a break, over there, there’s a cave over there let’s just get out of the heat"
      "I’m cool with that."
      The two men walk into the mouth of the cave and while the skinny man leans against side the
short man drops himself onto the floor.
      "Can I have some water now," the short man half demands, half begs.
      "Sure, here," the skinny man hands over a blue water bottle.
      "The hell, that’s different from the one you had"
      "Yeah man, I have two."
      "Why the hell did you say you only had one."
      "Cuz."
      "Just 'Cuz.'”
      "Yee."
      To tired to argue his weak point the short man chugs the water. Meanwhile the skinny man's eyes
take him to the path they walked.
      "How long do you think it will take," the short man gasp having pulled the water bottle away
to take a breath, water running down his chin.
      "I dunno man, where almost there," he pauses for a second, "Hey it’s kinda pretty from up here."
      "All the dirt and cactuses, naw."
      "I guess."
      The two remain in the cave for a bit until the short mans breathing returns to normal.
      "You ready to keep going."
      "No, I’m tired man."
      "C’mon dude, stop being a crybaby."
      "Shut the hell up. Fine let’s keep going."