I'm Done With This

I stare blankly at the computer screen. An empty text box is all that returns the favor. I blink sleepily, bored at the never-ending whiteness. I hear a squeal. My brothers are play wrestling on the floor.

"AAAh!" screamed my youngest brother, "Bababababaaa!"

"Oh no, you got me!" responded the other.

I still stared at the blank screen.

"MamamamAAAA!"

"Tap out! Tap out!"

The cursor blinked, the only thing appearing on the screen. "I'm done with this," I thought. I stood up and joined them.