The Ipad Refusal

"You did what!" Brandon, my twelve-year old brother shouted.
"Well, I didn't exactly say no, I just gave them the impression that I didn't really need it."
"You are so crazy," he murmured, shaking his head in dismay, or more like devastation.  In his brain, I was probably the most stupidest, block-headed creature alive.  No one could compare. Yep, but it wasn't my fault that I lived in like total isolation, not much friends, home-schooled, and was controlled by the most controlling parents alive in the universe.  Never mind that I lived in a big city, with the downtown skyscrapers as my backyard view; I was just as better off as a cave man on a secluded, tiny island.  And I still had yet to figure out how my little brother seemed to live off the chain more than I could.
It all started when I decided to let my tongue loose out of the blue moon.  I told Brandon how grandpa and dad had both offered to buy me one of those new Ipad things for my school or whatever.  Now the naive me (not knowing what Ipads were really for and what they do) I told them that I didn't need it.  Brandon just stared at me slack-jawed as if I had come from an entirely different planet. After he had raved and lectured, balled, beat his head on the table, and lead me down the guilt trip, it turned out that I had said No to the most sought after treasure a teen could want.
"Rule One to life," according to brother Brandon, "is that you never say No to an electronic."  He even went as far as to tell me that he was ashamed of me, and that what I did was the same as turning down a huge scholarship to a university.  But I have to say that the entire episode was quite amusing to say the least.  I didn't feel the least bit sorry for my terrible crime that I committed.  I just let him explode while I fought to hold in my laughter.
And well, life will continue on, with or without the Ipad.  Maybe another day I'll get one, but for now, stick with my dinosaur laptop.