Concentration

Concentration was the name of the game they were playing. The little child concentrated as hard as he could on the tower of blocks. His blue eyes stared hard, as though willing the blocks to fall, but like little children, they didn't follow the child's silent command.1

Finally, the child blinked, giving up. It was hard to keep concentration, especially when the player was a young hyper eight-year old. The child sighed in frustration, frowning as he tipped the blocks over for the tenth time that day.2

'Gary, you can't keep on doing that noise, you know?' the dark-sapphire eyed boy lying on the sofa looked up, saying. 'You can't will blocks to fall, you know?' He rolled his eyes and he saw Gary starting to build the tower all over again. 'Gary,' he murmured, shaking his head, unable to hid the amused smile that now took over his lips.3

The child ignored his elder brother as he replaced the top block of the tower and turning back to the blocks, looking for accessories he could add to his creation. Smiling as he took out a feather, he removed the top block again, before placing the feather and pressing it down with the top block. Gleefully, he clapped his hands, admiring his beautiful creation. 'Red look!' he shouted happily. His brother, Red looked up, smiling.4

Red remembered how Gary got that feather, it was hard to forget, especially when that day was the day a chicken barged into your house without warning, into the bathroom where you were bathing without warning. Well, it was amusing that such a thing happened to him, but never again, Red thought, shuddering, watching as his little brother started staring at the tower again.5

Now, he watched closely, ignoring the book that now lay limply in his hand, probably tired from all those flipping of pages. Gary searched his box again, probably looking for something else to decorate his tower with, again.6

Red couldn't help but smile as his little brother held out one object by one object to the light, examining each one as carefully as a archaeologist would to a fascinating object. 'Found it,' he heard Gary whispered softly with an air of triumph. Red looked down at the object that was in Gary's hand, discovering that it was one of his little brother's milk tooth that was specially preserved in a air-tight plastic bag.7

Eagerly, Gary opened the bag, taking the tooth out and placing it on the top of the tower, giggling like the small child that he was. He then focused his eyes upon the tower again, much to Red's annoyance, but it was fun to annoy his siblings.8

Red sighed, turning back to his book, who pages had flipped a few chapters further during the period of ignorance, probably from irritation. He found the page rather quickly and continued reading from the place he left off.9

/Bam!/10

Red looked up quickly to see the tower collapsed on its own. With surprised eyes, he looked at Gary who smiled. For a moment, he would have believed that if you concentrate hard enough, you can will things to happen. That was until he saw the roasted, over-cooked, hardened fish ball that had been thrown in frustration from the kitchen.11