I used to live in my own room alone. But one day it all changed when my brother Mike asked to share my1. At first，my parents said "no" to him, but at last my mother agreed. I cried and asked my parents not to do this, 2 it didn't work. As soon as Mike entered my room, it began to become3. To my anger, he often left his unwashed clothes and toys everywhere!
One evening, I was doing some4on my computer while Mike was listening to music5, l left my scat to get some water. A big surprise was waiting for me when I 6. He was using my computer to play games. I had forgotten to save the homework. Sadly, he had closed my programme7saving it —all I had done had disappeared! I8 him. He cried a lot as my mother came and criticised him. My mother also asked him to leave my room at once.
Then I did my homework 9. At 10 pm 1finished it. When I was going to turn off the10, l saw the photo of my11that he had put on my table. I looked at his lovely face and remembered how 12 he was when my mum criticised him. I really felt13. I went to see what he was doing. I found he was 14in my parents' bed. I kissed his face. He woke up, got up and said, "I'm sorry. I won't bring you any more trouble. "
I was moved and said, "From now on, my room is not only mine. It is 15! "That night, Mike and I shared not only the room, but the bed.
