I wondered about what had just happened. My dad had just told me that I was never allowed to touch my computer ever again; it now belonged to my brother, who was very spoiled. I had nothing to play on, I'd read all my books and completed all my homework. Yes, even homework was fun, for me at least. I glumly sat down at my chair, staring at my bare desk. Wondering if I was going to be bored... forever? No, no way would my brothers enterainment had to be a sacrifice for mine! He had his own stuff in his bedroom. Kids would laugh at me when I arrived at shool and call me poor! I needed to think of a solution, some way to get my PC back in my room. I felt like just stealing from my brothers room, grabbing the keyboard and placing on my desk. Then I'd begin typing, punching the keys until my typing came alive. I could wish for anything I wanted. But such a miracle was impossible. Or was it? My fingers quivered as I stopped myself from stealing my things back. I really felt like it...