"Did You Turn It Down?"

"I turned it off."

I'd asked him a million times to turn it down, but each time he ignored me, pretending as if he couldn't hear me. Oh, he could hear me. The whole neighborhood could hear me! He was doing this to get a rise out of me. It was his favorite pastime. He knew I hated his type of music so he always turned up the volume to make sure I could hear it. Normally I wouldn't bother to pay him any attention, but today I needed the peace and quiet. Today I need to buckle down and focus on writing this paper. The loud, pounding music did nothing to help.

After repeatedly asking him to turn it down in every way possible, I burst through his door and just turned it off. The loud bang of the door as it bounced off the wall made him jump in his seat. One look at me and he knew I meant business. After almost knocking his iPod on the floor in my crazy flurry, I stormed out of his room and slammed the door on my way out.

As I settled at my computer I couldn't help but feel like I'd won a battle. That feeling last about five seconds because that's when my walls began to vibrate...again.