You say, “You don’t own this room, airhead.”  You turn on the TV defiantly and plop down between Missy and Chrissy with your cereal.

Your sister is having NONE of this.  “You little scumbag.  You are a major pain.”  She lifts you up by your collar, ripping your favorite Back to the Future shirt and spilling your cereal.

This makes you incredibly angry.  You take a swing at her and she starts pulling your hair, and the tussle escalates until you hear a giant CRASH!  You’ve put your foot through the beloved television.  Definitely no cartoons today.

You’re bleeding and your mom rushes down to see what the commotion is.  She sighs, grabs some bandaids and bactine, and says the worst words you could expect to hear on a Saturday morning.  “You’re grounded.  And the TV is coming out of your allowance.”

THE END –try again.