If Pigs Could Fly

Prolouge

Brrring...Brrring...A hand came down on the metal alarm clock, a little more enthusiastically then planned. Half way tumbling out of bed, a young red haired boy skittered over to his old, beaten dresser in the corner of his room. Within minutes, clothes littered the room, and a sound went up through the whole house.

"Gahh.... MUM! Where are my boots?"

A rather plump lady, her hair also the same shade of fiery red, bustled into the room, her arms full of two screaming babies, with another one, attached to her leg. Making a clucking noise, she raised an eyebrow to her eldest son, and pointed to under his bed before squeezing back out. The boy grinned, pulling the dragon hide boots over his feet. Standing up, the boy looked back into the mirror. He smirked and wrinkled his freckled nose. Checking his hair in the mirror, he winked to himself, then could be heard shouting down the stairs,

"CHARLIE! COME ON!! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"