“Mikey, I’m not a toy! I’m your Brother! You ha…” you’re cut off as he suddenly drops you onto a table in his room. “We play now!”he yelled as you sit up rubbing your head. There is a loud sound of something being dragged across the floor. You gasp a dusty, cobwebbed covered car track appears.
It’s an old toy your mom put away for your kids. You had hours of fun zooming cars around the track. You remember you always wanted to ride on it as a kid. Mikey’s hand grabbed you, and pulled you from your memories, as he dropped you into a red sports car toy. You coughed as the dust in the car floated around you. “Oh dusty!” Was all you heard before Mikey’s lips pressed against the open window and blew in to the car. Gale force winds, and spit hit you and moved you into the back seat of the car.
A second wave of wind and spit stopped with a giggle. “You funny and clean.” Mikey giggled again as he stared at you coughing and wiping spit from your face. The car shook as he placed it on the first track and let go. “Ahhhhh!” You yelled as the car zoomed around a few time before stopping.
Mikey play with for an hour on the track as it neatly gave you a scare each time, but after a while, you enjoyed you child hood dream. You heard your mom calling for Mikey as he placed you on the one track that was broken.
“No! Mikey, not th…!” You try to yell, but let’s go before walking towards the door and leaving it open. You zoom though the loops and curves as you watch the track end and the car flys through the air.
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