Me and my brother Ty, 14, are obsessed with video games. We spend weekends glued to the couch, playing Minecraft or racing games. Ty’s better—he always wins—but I’m learning. Last month, I beat him at Mario Kart, and he yelled “Cheater!” Then he laughed and high-fived me. We argue over who gets the best controller, who “paused” unfairly, and who ate the last snack during a level. But when a new game comes out, he saves up his allowance to buy it, and we split the cost. Gaming’s fun, but winning (or losing) with my brother? That’s the real high score.

Me and my brother Ty, 14, are obsessed with video games. We spend weekends glued to the couch, playing Minecraft or racing games. Ty’s better—he always wins—but I’m learning. Last month, I beat him at Mario Kart, and he yelled “Cheater!” Then he laughed and high-fived me. We argue over who gets the best controller, who “paused” unfairly, and who ate the last snack during a level. But when a new game comes out, he saves up his allowance to buy it, and we split the cost. Gaming’s fun, but winning (or losing) with my brother? That’s the real high score.

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