Joe:
"Happy Birthday Joe!" Frank Hardy, my older brother, called out to me, from the doorway of my bedroom.
"Thanks!" I replied, hopping out of my bed. I ran downstairs to see our whole living room decorated with birthday decorations.
"You're up early" My mom exclaimed, from the kitchen "It's only nine thirty!"
"I couldn't sleep" I replied a bit tired but excited, it was my sixteenth birthday.
"It's his birthday, how could he sleep?" My dad asked, drinking his coffee "You and Frank have the whole day to whatever the birthday boy wants to do, but under one condition, you're back here by four o'clock."
"Why four o'clock?" I wondered.
"One of my good friends is coming to visit and I want both of you here to meet him." He looked at my mom, then to Frank, then back to my mom "Now, go sit down and have yourself some breakfast"...
After the big birthday breakfast, which was eggs, waffles and bacon, I ran upstairs to get changed for the day. What I was picked out was my favourite black shirt and a comfy pair of jeans. When I went back downstairs, Frank, Mom and Dad were all talking quietly on the couch and they all looked upset.
"You guys okay?" I asked, quietly.
"Yea.. yea.. fine.. fine.." My mom croaked quickly, getting up from the couch and giving me a hug "We will always love you Joesph, please remember that".
"I love you too mom" I said back.
"Now, go out and do something amusing" She pushed me to the front door.
"Come on, Joe. Let's go see what Pippen is up to today" Frank and I walked out the front door and up the street to our best friend's house.
"Go knock on the front door, Joe!"
"Why me?"
"Because it's your birthday and you should"
"Fine" I walked up to the front door and knock on it. The door opened suddenly. "Hello? Pippen? You there?" I called into the house. No answer. I decided to walk into the living where there was a little bit of light.