Peter stared up at the grand box; his eyes were mesmerized, only focused on this one thing. He wished it could be him standing up there in half an hour, him collecting the diploma, him receiving all the praise from chest bursting proud parents. But that just wasn't him. He wished with all his heart he could do the right thing by his parents, he wished he could go to law school and become a lawyer like his big brother. But that just wasn't him. He wanted to do more with his life, he wanted to help people and Nathan so played the part of lawyer better than he did, he could take the praise, no more than that, he wanted it.
But still from taking all this into consideration Peter didn't feel any resentment towards his older brother, he couldn't. He and Nathan had always been close and Peter had always relied on him for everything and Nathan had never disappointed him.
There were two things everyone was absolutely certain about the Petrelli family. One they were enormously rich, that was definitely true. And secondly they were incredibly ambitious. The head of the family, addressed as Mr. Petrelli by his employees and Arthur by his friends was a lawyer, head of one of the richest firms in the entire USA. Some folks said this amount of power and money had gone straight to his head, most agreed saying that no doubt at the rate they were rising, one of the Petrelli's was bound to end up in the Whitehouse. Mrs Petrelli was a nice enough women, at least to whose who didn't know her to well. She was a typical business man's wife, living off his money, wearing many expensive shoes and clothes, attending all the parties, had her fake laugh absolutely perfected. Such a women nobody ever expected to become a mother, but as in all these families Mr Petrelli expected an heir to carry on the family name and empire he had built up. So along came Nathan, the model son, perfect to his parents in every way. He was a very bright kid, top of his class, valedictorian in high school, responsible, ready to take on his father's business when the time arrived. The phrase "like father, like son", couldn't have been a more had a more perfect example than these two. It seemed that whatever Arthur did or had done Nathan would promptly follow in, either matching his father in brilliance or exceeding him without a second thought.
Then came Peter. From the outside the Petrelli's had seemed the ideal upper class family, the head, the wife and the heir. So when a new baby came along it shocked everyone. However the baby was there and it was a Petrelli, but there couldn't have been two more different brothers.