Disclaimer: The characters from nintendo aren't mine and
never will be mine
Also, this story starts during the Mario Bros. high school days and drags
on through to present day (well the last of the Mario's time that is known)
Chapter one: The First Day
"How agrivating all this moving is," mumbled Luigi's inner voice.
He had just tripped with a box of his bed coverings. His older, yet shorter, brother Mario had just jumped over him with a cardboard box."Oh don't mind me, I'll get myself up,"Luigi mumbled outloud to his brother. Mario just turned and grinned at his brother "What, and ruin one of the few moments that i actually get to look down at you?" and darted around the corner as Luigi threw a pillow at him. He quickly retrieved his items before his brother got the idea to take the pillow and hit him back. Then he climbed the stairs to the room that he was claiming as his own.
His dad had already set up his bed so he fell backwards on it and thought about the new house. It was rather big. Even bigger then the old house, actually it was bigger then their many older houses. They had moved alot. It all started when they were three and their father thought it a good idea to move to America from Italy. Acoording to their mother they weren't rich in Italy but they sure were not poor. When they came to America, according to their mom, their dad had alot of trouble to get and hold on to a job for long. So they moved to where ever the best offer was. Technically this was the same job as before, Luigi's dad had just gotten a transfer.
"Yeah, great job Dad. Wonderful idea." He muttered to himself. "What was that son?" his dad said as he walked into the room with a box of clothes. "Uhh...great job on the bed. It's really soft." Luigi said after a quick thought. "Oh, thanks. Could you help your brother and I with the living room furniture?" Luigi quickly followed out his father. His father was a big man, with dark skin and even darker hair. Luigi's fondest memorie with his father is when he taught him how to swim. He couldn't have been much older than six at the time. "Those were the days," he thought as he helped his brother rearange the furniture under his mothers watchful eye. The last of the unloading was finished within the next 5 hours.
After that, Luigi ambled up to his room with Mario (his room was just across the hall) and mumbled goodnight to him. "You can't seriosly be going to bed this early? It's only six!" Mario exclaimed. "We've been moving for two days and we've got school in the morning! I know that you don't like school but I, on the other hand, like to make a good first impression." Luigi scolded him without noticing that his voice had risen. When he noticed it, quickley apologized and said goodnight, then went into his room.
"How he got so obbsessed with school, I'll never know." Mario chuckled to himself. And then he stopped and really thought about it. It had been a while since Mario had seen Luigi do much more than study. In fact he wondered if Luigi intended it to be this way? Mario had never thought much of it before, but now that he had he was concerned. " Well," he thought to himself, " we'll find out tomarrow."