Mikey paced in the front yard. He was bored, wondering what to do. He didn't want to go in and do his homework.
Suddenly, a delivery man came. "Hey, kid, do you live here?" Mikey nodded. "This is for you," he said, handing him a box, before heading back to his truck.
Mikey looked at it. The name was worn off, and one of the numbers in the address. Why did the man think it was for their house? He went inside, and opened up the package, pulling out a small square device. It looked like a smartphone, or maybe one of those music players that looked similar. But h didn't recognize the brand name...must be some sort of cheap knockoff.
"Cool," he said, turning it on.
