Chapter 1

Growing Up

The first time I remember meeting my cousin Tyler was when I was 5. He was 7 at the time and we didn't really hang out much. The age difference between us made it hard for us to relate. My dad and I stayed the weekend at their house for thanksgiving.

Over the next couple years I only saw Uncle Richard, Aunt Carol and Tyler once a year around Christmas. But when I was 8 we visited for a couple weeks in the summer time. It was late June when we got there and because of the size, we just stayed in the Lockwood house. Dad and his brother didn't have much in common so most of the time he hung out with Tyler and I hung out with Aunt Carol. It was weird that Uncle Richard and my Dad were actually related, they were complete opposites. Dad was chill, cool, fun, awesome, kind, he was a laid back surfer, had lots of friends and was almost always there for me. Uncle Richard was uptight, strict, boring, mean, rude, serious mayor man, he didn't have man people close to him because he did not trust easily and he was never around or didn't have the time for Tyler. I really felt bad for Tyler to have such an uncaring dad. That summer was a real drag at the beginning, just hanging around Aunt Carol. I helped her cook and clean but mostly we just talked.

One night Tyler got into a fight with his dad and stormed out if the house. I felt bad for him to not have any one to talk to so I followed him. He ran down the road and I cased after him, trying my best to keep up. He stopped at a park and I arrived shortly after.

"Huh!" He jumped when I came up behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked aggravated.

"I wanted to see if you were okay." I said honestly.

"Did my mom send you?" Tyler questioned rudely.

"No. I just came, I wanted to tell you not to be sad." I explained.

"I'm not sad, I'm angry. I hate my dad!" He barked.

"Why? I love my dad." I was confused.

"Because your dad actually loves you back." He breathed and began to cry. I took him over to a bench and I sat with him well he cried him self dry. I have always been good at comforting people, it is a gift I have that I actually like.

"So he pulled me out of the well-" Tyler was laughing so hard he could barely tell the rest of his story. "He pulled me out with his jumper cable. When I got on the ground my dad hugged me so hard I thought I would die." Tyler stopped laughing and starting talking more serious.

"That was, is, my best memory of my dad." He explained. "But other wise I have always remembered fighting with him, against him, hating him."

"I'm really sorry Tyler." I said feeling really bad that me and my dad were so close when him and his dad hated each other.

"Sorry for what? He is the one so should be sorry." He asked.

"I feel bad that my dad and I are so close and I feel like we are rubbing it in your face by being at your house." I told him.

"Don't worry about it." He shrugged.

Tyler and I sat and talked some more about our life, how boring Mystic Falls is and eventually decided it was time to go home. On the walk back Tyler turned to me.

"Mystic Falls isn't that boing, there are woods all the way around the town. They are lots if fun to play in. Tomorrow do you want to go there with me?" He asked.

"Ya, it sounds like lots of fun." I agreed.

"Cool, after lunch?" He asked.

"How about before lunch and we pack a picnic?" I suggested.

"I like you already." He said and gave me a friendly slap on the back.

Hey readers; sorry that the chapter was short, I'm not the best at long chapters. The next chapter has been started and it will be much longer. If you like the story please tell your friends about it. If you have any story ideas just leave a review about it and I will try my best. Happy reading!

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