Prologue
This is going to sound really cliché and cheesy but believe me when I say, that life never turns out quite the way you imagine it's going to be. It's not like I lived a completely normal life to begin with. You see my family moves around a lot, and by family I mean me, my older brother, and my dad.
My dad is a business man, and his job requires us to move around the country every few years. So far we have lived in L.A., New York, Tennessee, Hawaii, and a few other places. Now my dad's job has brought us to Denali, Alaska, and I have to say that it is my least favorite place in the world. The day we arrived it was snowing and windy. Not only do I hate everything cold and wet, but to have it forcibly blowing in my face made me instantly hate Alaska.
Our new town is so small that the majority of the people at my new school knew who my brother and I where before we even got to school. No offense to anyone but that was a little creepy, almost stalker status creepy; especially when people where asking weird questions about my life that had a little too much background information attached to it.
While I found all of this a little creepy, my brother Henry on the other hand, loved all the attention he was getting. But then again, he has always wanted to live the life of a celebrity. Now, I know what you're thinking; he's a total douche bag, and you would be right, but he's a good guy too, well at least to me he is. He is the poster child for older, protective, and caring brother. He never lets anyone get away with messing with me and he always tries to make me happy and take care of me. That's more than my father ever does. All he does is drag us across the country then leave for hours on end.
Though my brother is great life at home has never really felt right. Not since my mother packed up in the middle of the night and left us. My brother tries to make the house a happy place but for some reason no place has ever felt like home. When I think of home I picture my brother and I surrounded by boxes and luggage.
But this story isn't about my sad family life. It's about how I met him, and all the complications that came with that. And that story all started because of me and my brother's curiosity and need for adventure.
It all began with me yelling "Henry come back!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey guys, this is my first story and I'm not sure if people will actually read it... So if you have read it so far please feel free to leave any comments and criticisms.