Matt slowly walked home from school, dragging his Batman book bag on the cold snow covered ground. He's usually ecstatic about the snow, but today something was different about him. Almost like his pride just got crushed. As Matt approached his home, he felt a cold snowball pound against the side of his face.
"Twitt!" is the name that his elder brother Terry Mcginnis called before throwing another.
Matt just simply ignored Terry as another snowball hit the back of his head. Terry, being so clueless as always didn't yet notice his younger brother's mood, until he threw another and Matt began bursting to tears.
"Twitt?" Terry called again with concern in his voice.
Usually when Terry would throw snowballs at his younger sibling, Matt would throw them back and they'd begin rolling around in the snow. Today was different, and Terry knew that something was terribly wrong with Matt. He quickly rushed up to his younger brother, concerned about him.
"What's wrong Twitt?" Terry questioned, but received no reply. "Bad day at school?" He asked a little more concern in his voice.
But Matt just nodded his head and stepped inside of their warm home. The smell of warm cookies filled their noses, as they entered the kitchen. Terry quickly rushed over to their square, wooden table after spotting the chocolate chip cookies on a tray. He reached for a cookie but, yelled "ouch!" after his mom slapped his greedy, manly hands away.
"Not until they cool off, Terry." Their mother stated in a sweet, but commanding voice.
Her sweet voice turned into a concerned voice after not hearing Matt, laugh at Terry for getting scolded. It was their daily routine. Mary Mcginnis, slid off her hand mitts as she sat next to her sad younger son.
"Is there something bothering you sweety?" Mary said as she watched her son lay his head on the table, with his hands crossed in front of him.
"He's been like this since I threw-err I mean since I saw him after school." Terry completed with a small sigh.
"I'm fine, honest." Matt stated sadly before dragging his feet up to his room. Matt never stayed in his room, unless his best friend Leon (whom he called Leo) was there with him watching cartoons or just playing action figures. Something is definitely wrong with baby Mcginnis.
