I got out of the car sprinting, almost tripping and slamming my face into the door. “Finally !” I yelled. “ Time to play League.” I had somehow threatened my older brother Bob to play with me. Within a few minutes, we started a League of Legends game.

We both played this game and this is the only thing we ever play together. League of Legends is a strategy game that can last up to a hour. The goal is to break the enemy central “base”, but whenever my brother and I played, we lost the turrets that protected the nexus early and that would make the game last 20 minutes.

All of a sudden, I remembered that he used to make me to buy whatever he wanted, so I got angry. He would always just say that the product or whatever he wanted was useful until I figured out that I was being used.
Because I was mad I stopped playing, and I walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. I watched TV while he was texting and playing on his phone. For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about the time he manipulated me by saying,” Everything you help me buy, we can both enjoy it.” I went to the bathroom and I saw that my face was heated and red.

We had so many small fights, which would’ve turned into big fights if it weren’t for my mom. For some reason, the garage would open, making a loud “burr” sound that signaled our mom was home. We quickly pretend to be doing our homework because we had to show her that we were always “working”, but as always we threw cold hearted stares at each other until we unlocked the door and smiled.

But today was our biggest fight ever, and I locked the door. After I took a step, I fell. I fell with so much force that my right arm came down hard on the ground. My numb legs and arms could not move, so I just relaxed. I texted in the group chat for my family that my brother was playing. All of a sudden, I heard my brother yelling as he banged on the door. Unlocking it with a pin would be the smart thing to do, but I knew he was dumb enough to forget where the pins were.

Then I heard a sound that I would never forget. Ka Ching! The door unlocked as I was just about to say, “Can’t touch me.” Boom! The door unlocked with a powerful force. I tried to throw something around, but I couldn’t, my arm was tired from school work and my back was sore from the badminton training we had yesterday. I knew Bob had a lot of arm strength since he had weight training, so I thought I would try to stall until I could run for it. His anger fueled him quite well for his next attack, except that I was able to jump at him, driving my elbow into his chest. We had fake plastic swords, but one jab could make a bruise, and I learned that fact the hard way. I kept on jabbing, but somehow he just defended my jabs, so I just tried to lead his sword away from the spot where I might hit him. I somehow jabbed and jabbed and jabbed until he was leaning against a wall. I did not know that he was just faking his pain. When I approached him to see if he was alright, he tripped me and kicked at my stomach. I rolled out and punched him so hard that he finally stopped and limped away.

Burrr, the garage was opening. We were scared since we knew we had bruises and our parents would somehow find out. We slid down the stairs and limped to our desks and pretended that we were “working.” Mom finally came in and we could see her suspicious face, but she finally left. We didn’t talk to each other for the rest of the day.

Three weeks later, we were still not talking, and if what I had done was right. I finally confronted him and our family had a long talk. Mom had the final word: “Now stop fighting or else we will have to kick you both out of the house.”