A Prize For A Game

There was a time a while ago as a family that the girls would play against the boys either just for fun, but mostly for a prize of some sort. But the times that the girls would win is when everything for them would become really bad and just turn upside down in their world. It was my dad and my brother Aaron on one team together, and if they had to they had brought in at least one or two xbox friends to help them but that was very rare. While on the other team it was my sister Morgan, my step sisters Angel, and Georgia with me. If there was enough space for people in the game than my step-mother Chelle would join in with us girls. When we would be the ones beating the boys they would get mad and they would always do three things. One would be screaming or yelling at the game or each other, two would be pounding on a piece of funriture or throwing something across their room. The last thing would be after the match was over, we would talk about the good things and bad things that each team had done and they would tell the other team, that is when my dad would let us know that he was upset with my brother Aaron because they would start arguing about how this person wasn’t there to protect them and the fact that the other person was gone way ahead of them and just not helping at all.
The boys would start screaming or yelling because they were losing to us girls, you could hear them plan as day yelling at each other because one person didn’t listen to the other to protect them or they were gone ahead of them. Due to the walls being thin you could hear them talking about where they would be or where they were in the game which gave us the advantage because they made it known. Not only did that give us an advantage but also having to more people than they did helped closing with them into corners when there was a mob of zombies in the game. They would make it so they would hit the wall and yell at us about it or stomp down the hall as well when they come to tell us we are the group that sucks because we camp but we just charge after them because that is the point of the game.
They would also throw things around so that way it made them little less angry than they were before, and not take it out on someone that does not deserve getting yield at because it was not their fault. My brother was the one that normally the one that threw things around in his room, but it was never something that could break things or be broken. Normally it, was a pillow or a shirt, sometimes made it so he would punch his bed or chair when he would get mad so nothing he would regret later or something turn on him into something bad. Which will lead us into the next reason why, which is talking to us after the game has ended or in between each match of the game we are playing.
The third thing is talking, when our games end in between or just in the lobby my dad would normally get the chance to talk to us in his room at that moment about what had just happened and to tell us that we need to work together as a team or to tell my brother Aaron that he needs to have his head in the game. because a group of 4 teenage chicks were beating him at a game that he was better at. My dad would normally yell at us because he was losing, he was telling us that we were cheating and then he would go and argue with my brother and they would go at it before we started up again. At some points it got so bad were he would tell us that he is done playing the game and getting sick and tired of nobody pulling together but, the only one(s) he wasn’t pleased with would be us four girls because we we able to beat him at a game he was normally better at than us.
At then end it was worth it because he looked at us and said “a promise is a promise” and would give us a prize which was normally food and drinks (junk food). It was always worth the pain to go through in order to get something that you would really like because you don’t have the money for it or you just can’t get it because the money has to go towards the family in order to keep food on the table. Sometimes that win was biggest and best thing that had ever happened to me each day we did it. My sister’s faces would light up just like a christmas tree as with mine. When knowing you did a good job and was able to beat someone at their own game is a good feeling, sometimes knowing that you can do what you least expect it would always bring me joy into doing something that I knew I had a slim chance of actually winning. Enjoy the small things in life like playing and just having fun as a family before you can’t do it anymore.

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