Chapter 1: Boys

Brick:

"Son... son...hey son..."I could hear someone talking to me, and I didn't want to move. My bed was too comfy though. I really didn't want to get up. I am a five year old werewolf, and I think I need my sleep. So I moaned and turned over. That was a huge mistake!

"Brick Alexander Jojo! Get up right now young man! Don't make me have to whistle!" A woman screamed in my ear. I immediately sat up in bed and looked at my mother with wide eyes. I knew that my mom wouldn't have hesitated on whistling in my ear. And as you know werewolves' ears are very sensitive, so my mom yelling in my ear already made them hurt. "I'm sorry that was very unlady-like of me. Now, son, get up and get ready." My mom said as she composed herself and started to walk out of the door.

I looked to my side to make sure my little brothers were up. Well, technically we're all the same age, but I was born three minutes before my brothers. But I didn't see them. I began to panic, being the oldest that means that I have to take care of my brothers. But as I was about to yell to my mom I saw that both my brothers were busy doing something else.

Boomer, my blonde haired blue eyed innocent brother, was sitting on the floor playing with his horse. While Butch, my raven haired green eyed tough brother, was fidgeting as he was getting sized for the matching outfit as what Boomer was wearing. Only Boomer was wearing a purple outfit and Butch was being fitted in an orange outfit. They both looked stupid.

"There you go; you may now go play with your toys. It is now your turn." The tailor said as he looked over at me. I hesitantly got up and walked over to the tailor. He started to get everything fitted on me. I paid attention to my brothers playing instead of what was being fitted on me. Boomer kept playing with his white horse figure, while Butch sat down and started playing with his black horse figure. Butch and Boomer weren't fighting and were peacefully playing, so that was a good thing. I decided to put my attention back to tailor. After a few minutes the tailor told me I could go join my brothers.

"You look stupid in that." Butch said scrunching up his face. I looked down at what I was wearing and had to agree. I was wearing a yellow version of the same outfit that my brothers were wearing. Yuck, I hate yellow on me!

"Look who's talking! You look terrible too!" I said looking at Butch's clothes. He looked too and scrunched up his face again in disgust. But before he could say anything more our parents walked in.

"Oh look at my little boys! You all look so handsome! Don't they look amazing Robert?" Our mom cooed as she kneeled next to us. Her caramel hair up in a fancy bun that looked really fancy. She immediately started messing with our crowns. She put them on all of us and then made sure that, one; we didn't take them off and, two, that it wasn't crooked on our heads. She gave Butch a dirty look when he tried to take his off, just to put it back on crooked.

"Yes dear our boys look…charming." Our father said as he gave us boys a wink telling us that he agreed with us. My mom started playing with my short red-ish orange hair and looked into my eyes. My mom's eyes were a weird, but soft green-ish purple color. She started to get tears in her eyes as she looked at all of us. "Ah, my little princes are just growing up so fast. It was only yesterday that you were just born wolf pups." My brothers and I just smiled and hugged her. She stopped crying.

"Well don't worry mommy, we aren't all gown up yet." Boomer said before sticking his thumb in his mouth. Butch rolled his eyes, but didn't comment.

"That's grown up, Boomer." Our dad said as he helped our mom up to her feet.

"Your majesties, we should get the day started should we not? The princes have kingdom history in a few minutes. And as the tutor has asked, he would like to have the boys wear there crowns during lessons. And to not try to boomerang, throw, play catch, or any other actions in which their crowns are not on their heads to occur." Our personal butler informed our parents. My brothers and I just groaned. Our mother smiled and excused the butler, I don't remember his name.

"Well you three little boys better be good. And do us proud." Our mother said as she smiled and held onto our father's arm.

"Mom, we're five now! We aren't little boys! We're little men, dad even said so!" Butch wined as our mom kissed us on the head. She just smiled and left our room. Our dad stood there formally until we all heard our mother far enough away. Then he looked at us and said, "Keep your crowns, clothes, and shoes on as you have been instructed to do, but don't forget that you still have your lesson stuff to play with!" Our dad then left as if he hadn't just suggested what he had suggested to us. Our dad had been the one to give us ideas about how to pass the time during our boring prince lessons. Our mom still didn't know, and we weren't going to snitch.

As soon as all three of us sat down to play with our figures, our personal royal tutor came in to teach us about the kingdom's history. She started by stating the rules before we were to start. "You are to not play with your shoes or crowns, they must stay on you the whole time because I don't want to get hit in the head by a crown or shoe again. You are to keep all of your clothes on because I don't want to sit here trying to teach you boys while you are taking off your clothes and walking all over in your trousers… again. Alright? Good, now let's start." She said to us as she passed out our journal books that she would give us to write in about some of the key things about our kingdom's history.

Butch:

We were sitting on our 'naughty puppy' chairs, and they were really uncomfortable, for what we did during our lesson on our kingdom's history. Our mom was lecturing us about how 'proper little werewolf princes' should act when in a learning environment. It was really boring and I have been just sitting here with my brothers, none of us are really interested.

Flashback

Once we received our journals for the key parts of history notes that we are supposed to do, we all looked between each other and then back to our tutor. You should know better than to give us anything so willingly. When her back was turned we started to play with our journals. We would toss them up in the air and catch them. We would immediately stop when the tutor, I don't remember her name, would turn around and look at us. Then when just throwing them to each other or to ourselves, we all agreed and took target. Boomer, carefully and taking his finger out of his mouth, he threw his journal and it hit the tutor's lower back. Brick, doing the same as Boomer, hit her upper back. And then I threw mine and hit her perfectly on the back of her head. She ran out of the room screaming "I'm DONE!"

End of Flashback

We've done worse; I mean we did chew on the shoes of all of the guards before. It would have been not so bad if the guards hadn't been wearing them at the point, but we were going through our puppy teething stage at the time.

When our mother finished, she started to tell us about how we were going to be punished. But my brothers and I know exactly how to get out of this kind of trouble and not be punished. The good old, irresistible, fool-proof 'puppy face'. Our mom looked at our faces and gave in, as she always does. It really helped that Boomer threw in the extra cute by sticking his thumb back in his mouth. "Fine! Just please don't do it again!" Our mom begged as she added a little whine in her pleading voice. We nodded. Yes, a new tutor! "Go play!" our dad told us as we got up.

Boomer :( Next day)

Mother really is a sucker for that cute little puppy act. My brothers and I wouldn't be able to use later on in our lives, so we might as well use it all we can now. We went and sat back down on the floor. My brothers and I picked up our horse figures and pretended that we were saving princesses from scary obstacles.

"Oh no Boomer look out the evil dragon is about to breath fire!" Brick said as we pretended. We looked terrible in our little prince outfits. We had to wear them again because mother and father had found a temporary tutor for us and she was coming in soon.

"How do we defeat the dragon?" I asked we continued to play. Our persons that we were pretending to be knights were trying to figure out how do defeat the dragon and save the princesses.

"Yeah, but don't step to far back or you might get stuck in the sinking sand stuff!" Butch added as we continued.

"It's called quick sand." A girl's voice came from the bedroom doorway. My brothers and I looked to see that the girl who had spoken was standing in the doorway with two other girls. We could tell they were girls because they were wearing dresses under their cloaks. We couldn't see their faces.

"Why not just drive the dragon to fall into the quick sand? Or use a sword and chop out his heart?" Said a girl in a green cloak. The one that had spoken before was wearing a red cloak. (Hee Hee, get it? Like little red riding hood! Funny!)

"Ewe, dats gross!" the third girl in a blue cloak said. She had her thumb in her mouth, like I do.

"Who are you and why are you in our room!?" Butch said getting up and scowling at the three girls. He looked tough, but stupid in that orange outfit. Orange really wasn't his color.

"Oh girls, I see you found my boys. Boys, meet your new tutor's daughters. They have asked to be allowed to always wear their cloaks and I have agreed. These girls will be helping their mother since their mother teaches them. They are a little ahead of you, but that might be helpful." Our mother said as she explained why three girls were in our room. Then another woman came in. She was pretty. She had short black hair and teal-ish pink eyes. She had her hair up in a fancy bun.

"Hello your highnesses, I will be your new tutor for a little while. Girls say hello to the boys," The woman, our new tutor, said. She then whispered, but we heard because of our good hearing, "Be nice!"

"Hello, your highnesses." The red cloaked girl greeted with a curtsy.

"Haylo, your highnethes." The girl in the blue cloak greeted with a curtsy and with her thumb still in her mouth. I didn't judge her; I was doing the same thing.

"…Hello, your highnesses." The green cloaked girl greeted with a sigh and a curtsy.

"Hello, I'm Prince Brick." Brick said giving a bow to the girls.

"Haylo, I'm Prince Boomer." I said giving them a bow as well. I took my thumb out of my mouth to tell them my name. But then put it back in my mouth after.

"Hello, I'm Prince Butch." Butch said as he gave them a bow just like we did.

"Well my name is Miss Sarah Kanel. You may call me Miss K if you would like." Our new tutor said as she curtsied like her daughters had. "Now, shall we get started?" Miss K said as she set everything up for us to start our lesson today.

My brothers and I tried to do other stuff while she was teaching us some stuff, but whenever we tried, her girls always stopped us. Their presence stopped us from throwing stuff. And they physically stopped us from changing. That we were embarrassed to change in front of little girls. When our mother told us that we were to show the girls around the castle, or else, we obeyed.

A few hours later, the girls and their mother left. I couldn't find my stash of coins, but one of my brothers always stole mine so it wasn't a big deal. We woke up the next morning to find out we weren't going to see Miss K again. Her daughters and her were only here that day and we would be getting a new tutor later. But as our day went on we found that some of our stuff was missing. Just little useless or meaningless trinkets. 'Where could they have gone?' I wondered. (Oh I don't know. Who could have taken them?!)