As I entered the dimly lit dinning room, I was greeted by an assortment of various nik-naks on the walls. Things like old guitars, masks from famous movies, and a old wrestling belt. On the ceiling was a huge crystal chandler with candles glowing faintly making small shadows dance all over the room. On the wall to my right was a large stone fireplace, designed to emit a special green flame. In front of me was the families long dinner table. At the end- my Father.
If you couldn't tell that we were rich. Then you are as blind as a rock.
"Good morning, my sweet, sweet child. Did you sleep well?"
I looked around the room. No one else in sight. "Well actually, Danny 34 was keeping me up all night with his snoring. I didn't get any sleep." I walked over to the gigantic table and sat down next to my Father. I had never understood my Father uncreative names.
"Ah yes. He can be a nuisance at times can't he?"
I glanced down at my plate. Nothing but a piece of dry toast and a glass of water. Life isn't to fancy when you have 49 brothers. Regardless of being rich.
"Yes, he can. He always is."
"He always means well, dosn't he?" My Father asked. "If you want I can have him, taken care of." He pushed a button on the table. A hologram of a woman appeared. "Ah, Maddie...Would you be a dear and get Danny 24 to control his snoring issues?" The hologram smiled. "Sure thing dear!" I looked up from my plate. "Umm Father, it was Danny 34, not 24." He chuckled and nodded at the hologram, who nodded back.
I picked up my toast and took a bite. "You sure didn't need to go all out like this for me." I sarcasticly said. My Father looked back at me, and just stared. After a few minutes I had finished my exquisite breakfast and looked at him. "What?" I asked. "I was just thinking...Say, are you still hungry?" My stomach growled. "I'll take that as a yes." he got up and walked towards the nearest door. "I'll go fetch you something a little more...filling." He paused. "Here." He turned around and threw me a present. "I was going to save is for your, brirthday...But a few of your brothers have already tried to steal it. Hold onto it tight and don't let anyone touch it. " I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I'm almost eleven years old. I think I can handle a bunch of retarded brothers." He grinned. "There aren't just retards running in these halls..."
Confused, I opened the gift to find the new PSP that came out about a month ago. Attached to is was a copy of some NFS game. I put the game on the table, I didn't care to much for videogames since the accident.