A New Computer?

I slowly walked towards the sound of tapping keyboards and a clicking mouse. I swayed as I pass through the hall, my hands shivered, my dad had just called my name. It was loud and clear as it echoed through the halls of the house. On his computer screens were pictures of an HP desktop, that he was planning to get me.

"Is it touch-screen?"I asked.

"Yes"

"How big is it?"

"Pretty big"

"What's it gonna count for?"

"Christmas, New Years, must I say more?"

"Never mind, how much is it?

"$1700"

"OH MY GOD!" as I yelled in shock. I jumped and stomped on the ground. "No way, no way, this is a dream, it's too good to be true!" I thought as I held my hands together to stop from slapping myself. It was real, it was the real world, and this was the real deal. I felt a feeling of rapture take over me, I screamed and yelped with joy. I finished the conversation with my father and headed back to my room. I laid down on my soft bed turning on the bedside lamp, I pondered, thinking if this was the right choice. My father was saving money for a house and I knew that, should he really use his money to keep me happy?

I was beseeching myself to speak the truth, he was going to order it by the time the sun went down and the stars came out. If I didn't speak the truth, could I hold it in forever? Could I be able to live with it? Would it be too late? I thought hard, and finally reached a wall, and on that wall...was the answer. Yes, I wanted it, I wanted it very badly, but would it be right to accept it when I knew my father was saving money for a house? I thought, and thought, it wouldn't be fair for him, but would be fair for me. I decided to make a deal with my father, I would get the desktop, but in return he could use the money I had in my bank to buy his house. However he would pay me back, and of course...with interest.