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Chapter 8- flappy bird
Bree POV
I was sitting in the living room, watching some ridiculous reality show on the tv. Leo came downstairs laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked.
"It's this new game on my cell phone. It's really fun." He said, still looking at his phone.
"Can I try?" I asked. He reluctantly handed over his phone. The screen were colored with a blue sky, green grass, white clouds and a unrealistically yellow bird.
"It's called flappy bird. Everyone plays it." Leo said. I tried the game. I touched the screen and the bird flapped. I quickly got the hang of it and within a few minutes, I beat Leo's high score.
"Okay give it back." Leo said. I reluctantly gave him the phone, but ran upstairs to get my own phone.
Chase POV
I came into the living room with Adam. Bree was sitting on the couch, with her eyes glued to her phone.
"What are you doing Bree?" I asked.
"I'm playing this new game called flappy bird. It's so fun." She said.
"Can I try?" Adam asked. Bree taught him the basics of the game.
"This is awesome." He shouted a few minutes later. I knew my job was to be the responsible, but I kinda wanted to play too.
"Can I try?" I said.
"Sure." Bree said. She took the phone from Adam and gave it to me.
"You fly by touching the screen. Do not hit the green things, or the ground." She said. I mastered it in a few seconds.
"New high score: 204" I said, triumphantly. Bree stared at me like I was crazy.
"Okay, give it back." She said. We all began fighting over the phone.
"Go find your own." Bree said, pulling her phone from my grasp. About twenty minutes later, we all sat on the couch, without communicating. Suddenly mr. Davenport came downstairs.
"What are you three doing." He said.
"We're playing this new game. Wanna try." Adam said.
"No. You have to train now." He said.
"Can it wait an hour. I'm almost reaching the top score now." Chase said.
"No." Mr. Davenport said. He walked over to the couch and took away our phones.
"You'll get them back after training."