by Lime Blue Cube

Created on: April 30, 2008

Unlucky Number Seven

Ding dong, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it,' said Tony as he got from his deep groove in the black leather couch. His long brown hair flowed in harmony with his blue eyes, navy blue shirt and black jeans as he ran to the door with anticipation, as his parents had ordered a 75-inch flat screen plasma TV. He opened the door to find none other than the FedEx man. The man asked the heartbroken kid if his parents were home.

"No, but I'll sign for it," he said. He picked up the blue pen and scribbled his name. As the man went back to his truck, the driver popped out and hurried to the back. They both reached in and pulled out a huge box. Tonys spirits were lifted again as he read the box, "Panasonic 75-inch Viera Plasma TV". "Jonny!" he called, "it's here!"

As the men were going back to the truck, a boy two years younger than the 13 year old Tony tumbled down the stairs; he, his black hoody and blue jeans fell in a heap at the bottom of the spiral staircase. If you couldn't see the blonde hair and green eyes, he would have looked like a pile of laundry. "C'mon Jonny, help me brin-,"

SMASH! A garbage truck drove into the FedEx truck just before the men got in. The only thing remaining in tact from the garbage truck was a piece of garbage.

"Must have come with the TV," said the driver as he chucked it. As Tony bent down to pick it up, a remote that the driver threw hit him right on the noggin.

"Ouch!" said Tony as he picked up a shiny blue and silver remote.
"Yeah, you two just run away!" Jonny shouted to the two overweight waddling men, "are you al right Tony?" he asked.

"I think so, at least I didn't take any damage to my ummwhat's the word?" said Tony

"Brain, Tony, Brain."

"Oh yeah."

So they picked up the TV and struggled with it in the huge, tall front room all the way to the cluttered living room where they let it down and took it from its packaging. "Wow," said Jonny, "isn't that a great TV?"

"Yeah," said Tony, so they hooked it up, but shortly after realized that there was no remote with it.

"What do we do now?" asked Tony.

"I have an idea;" said Jonny, "let's try the remote that hit you on the head!"

"Okay, go get it," said Tony.

"No, you get it; it hit you on the head, so you touched it first."

"Fine!" Tony said, as he got up once again from his couch groove.
He came back with the remote in his right hand. He went to press "POWER", but something was holding him back, Jonny was grabbing the remote and saying, "give it to me!" They tugged

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