orway to find my stepfather already unscrewing the bed frame. With one lung on its way up my throat, I leaned my whole body up against the doorjamb to take a breath."Heyyy I was gonna do that!" I grinned at my stepdad. Neither he nor I could tell a screwdriver from a wrench. Well, maybe I had a better chance at guessing. "Yeah, well, it looks like you still have a lot more stuff to worry about. How about disconnecting that old dork box and putting it in your car? It wouldn't survive the moving truck with your friends, I know that for sure." He grimaced, clenching his teeth while he yanked on the bed frame with all his might. What a phrase. "All his might," referring to my stepdad, means as much as a chipmunk lifting weights. I set about grabbing hold of all the plugs in the wall that connected my computer to the outside world and wiggling each free. Since he was taking care of the bed frame, I set my monitor in the middle of my soft, thick comforter and wrapped it like the ancient, overweight infant it was. Carrying it downstairs to my car was a whole different story. I unwrapped the monitor and picked it up by its base, my weak forearms straining to balance it on my knee while I got a better grip. Turning myself around to head for the doorway, I was almost knocked off balance by my younger brother, Steve."Hey, wanna grab the rest of my computer and bring it down to my car? I'm putting it in the back seat with some blankets wedged between them and the front seats." I raised my eyebrows at my brother who looked as if "Mr. Sandman" decided to take revenge on him. Maybe he wasn't quite awake enough to respond because all I got was a blank stare and very slow, cautious movement. "Huh? Oh yeah sure shoes" he mumbled. He shuffled out of the room; eyes cracked open just enough to WHAM! Okay, never mind. I busted out laughing at the same time I saw him covering his forehead with his hand. Curly black hair puffed out around...
