You were a teenage boy — around the age of sixteen. You lived with your grandmother, Janice, and grandfather, William since you and your brothers were too much to handle. Plus you also lived with your older brother — Max, who is eighteen, your twin brother, Alex, and younger brother, Liam, who is three. You guys lived in Florida — the very beach like and hot area.

One rainy and humid afternoon, you were sitting on the couch — watching tv and listening to the giggles and screams of Liam who was playing with his toys. He was having the time of his life… while you were forced to listen to his giggles. Alex was currently playing his loud guitar right next to you. This was pure torture. He was good at playing but you didn’t want to hear that… you guys had all gotten out of school early due to a storm… which no one cared about.

Both of your grandparents were out working like usual… which meant Max had to watch over all three of you… even though you and Alex were old enough — you guys were troublemakers… but soon enough, Max had slammed the front door open, cursing under his breath as he walked into the living room, glaring at you guys. Then Liam spoke up, making Max stop in his tracks and look at him.

“Max, why are you so sad? Do you want to stay at school with your friends..?” He was curious; What was he so mad for? You and Alex looked at each other, then Max spoke up.

“Shut up, you punk. It ain’t any of your business. I’m not mad over something so stupid as staying in school.” He explained, raising his voice as he looked at Liam. He was just pissed off because he had to watch after you guys… mainly Liam.