Dren and I had been playing video games for hours. Our eyes were slowly seeping out small
drops of tears. We were tired. If you've ever playing a intense multi-player shoot-em-up game, then you
know the feeling. Your opponent has just killed you twice, he is bragging about it, I want to hit him
square in the face. Well, Dren and I both felt this way to each other. We both had fairly good matches.
About the time we got done playing my mother called us downstairs to eat. I could still see the fury in his eyes. I take it he could see mine. We silently sat at the table and began to eat the pasta that Mom had prepared for us. We were both barely holding back the anger that we had inside of us. Finally, Dren could not wait one more second. As dad was talking about how good a picture we paint for all those around us, Dren suddenly bursts into flames and yells to me,"My mom says your mental!" Then, without thinking, I blurted, "Well, my mom says I'm Special!" It becomes quiet. All I here are the birds chirping in the distance. Then I here my dad, stunned, faintly say, "But you're brothers."