10 year olds Drake, and Drew were known to be serious troublemakers in their wonderful home city of Night Vale, Connecticut- a city that rested in the middle of nowhere and never found it's way onto the map, despite being a mass coal and oil production zone- it was also home to lazy people and an obsession for ravens, so why it wasn't on the map did make sense if you thought about it. As Drake would put it, it was every Goth's dream town.
Drake was never one for kindness and compassion. He was sarcastic, bitter, and often spoke with a snarl to his voice. His older by 3 minutes brother often called him a werewolf because of that ; well, that and also his wild, black hair, and beady blue eyes. It was a wonder how he didn't have ears and a tail, though he made up for that by wearing the fluffy, black scarf his mother had given him, black shirt, grey jeans, and some boots with furry legwarmers over them.
Drew, on the other hand, didn't seem to belong in Night Vale. His eyes were bright silver and his hair was blond. He wore mismatched colors, and it reminded Drake of unicorn vomit. The only bland color he ever let contact him was the black of his sneakers, and the black his brother wore. Despite his kindness though, he was very quick to anger; it was the only thing that reminded Drake that he was, indeed, from Night Vale.
Well, that and their constant pranks. The two terrorized their wonderful city, causing mass hysteria as they broke mail boxes and threw eggs at cats. It made the boys grin with delight to see the location fear the family name of Hutchison, but it was these decisions that led to their downfall.
"We're going where!?" The boy's yelled in unison, unable to believe a single word their parents had said.
Mrs. Hutchison groaned, rubbing her head as she tried to ignore the want to yell at her kids. "You're going to be staying with your grandparents in Oregon for the summer. I am sick and tired of the complaints we're getting from everyone. It's about time you bothered someone else for a change."
"B-but-" Drake began.
"No 'Ifs, ands, or buts' about it. Now, pack your bags and get ready to go!" Their father snapped, watching as both of the children dragged themselves upstairs to pack.
