The Xbox Player

With long arms he bends over and picks up the large white beanbag chair made to look like a giant soccer ball from the corner of the room and throws it in front of the tv. It lands with a loud "whump." He falls on top of it and then readjusts his tan shorts to be more comfortable. He reaches out to the side of the beanbag, and picks up the long rectangular, gray remote control and presses the button to activate the television. He sits still while the large black television, three feet infront of him, comes to life.

The tv slowly brightens into a white screen displaying the xbox 360 logo in green and gray. The boy waits, tapping his index finger on the side of the white controller, his left foot bumping up and down on the carpet, as the label "Ghost Recon" appears on the screen. His long fingers press the buttons in rapid succession, guiding the screen through a series of pictures, until it reads "loading." His fingers flex and unflex as the loading bar slowly moves from left to right.

As he begins to play the game, he works the controllers, moving the sticks with his thumbs, his eyes never leaving the screen. His mouth twists into different shapes as he plays. First he grimaces, then smiles, then grimaces again. He frowns in concentration, eyes never blinking, he opens his mouth into a snarl, and jerks the controller upward two times, and then laughs, a smile on his face.