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.