You were a little kid around the age of eight. You lived with your mother, Ashley, and father, David. Plus your older brother, named Max, who is sixteen, and younger brother, Landon, who is five. Max was always an ass to you and Landon, and your parents… but he loved you all.

It was a warm afternoon, you were playing around with Landon in the living room. You both got out of school early from a tornado watch. Your parents were working at the moment though, so Max had to watch over you both. Soon enough, Max had slammed the front door open, cursing under his breath as he walked passed you both, glaring at you guys. Then Landon spoke up, making Max stop in his tracks and look at him.

“Max, why are you so mad? Do you want to stay at school with your friends or something? I did too, but I’m not mad about it…” He was curious; What was he so mad for? You and Landon 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 Landon. It only made Landon cry though, which made him even more angry.