Well, hello again… anyway here's chapter 2… teehee… :D

There was a knock on my door about an hour and a half later.

"Come in" I said.

"Hey, Wolfy!" a familiar voice said.

I turned to see my older brother Ryan by the door.

"RYAN!" I yelled as I jumped out of my seat towards him.

"What's been going on, Wolfy?" Ryan asked while hugging the crap out of me. 'Wolfy' had been a nickname my grandfather and mother used to call me when I was little.

"Nothing really though I kinda can't breathe right now." I said. Ryan then loosened the hug a bit, "Jeez, Ryan you get bigger every time I see you!"

Ryan then let go of me, "Well, I'm a growing man."

"Well you need to stop growing!" I said as while touching his biceps, "You can barely fit through my door now."

Ryan's laughed roared through the room, which made my ears hurt, which Ryan had noticed, "You've been okay, Sis?"

"Yeah, your laugh was just really loud. I've been having headaches lately." I said while rubbing my temples.

Ryan's eyes seemed to widen and I asked, "What's wrong?"

Ryan shook himself out of his trance and looked at me, "Umm… it's nothing, Wolfy."

There was an awkward moment between us until I said, "Is Grandpa here?"

Ryan wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "Of course, how else did I get here? Come on downstairs. Dinner's ready anyway. I can smell it."

As we came downstairs, the first person I saw was grandpa talking to my father. My grandpa was from my mom's side. But you could totally tell since my dad had really almost blonde but light brown hair and bright blue eyes while my grandpa had long jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Ryan was lucky enough to get my dad's blue eyes while I 'apparently' have my mother's eyes.

"Awww…. Wolfy, you're looking more and more like your mother, so beautiful. Don't you agree, Gerard?" my grandpa said.

My father seemed to hesitate, "Yes. Yes, she does." There was a moment of silence, "Anyways, dinner is ready. Sara made a… pork chops tonight."

'Yuck!' I thought, 'I will always hate pork chops always have, always will!"

But as you can tell Ryan couldn't care less. He was the first one in the kitchen ready for what was ready to come.

As everybody sat and started at it with their pork chops, I couldn't even dare to eat it. And its smell was nasty! Never knew Sara's pork chops could smell so bad.

Ryan was the first one to notice, "You okay, bud?"

"No, how can you eat this?" I said pushing my plate aside.

Sara looked at me with disgust, "You don't have to be rude. It's the same as always whenever I make it!"

"God, it smells so bad!" I said getting up from the table. I literally thought I was going to barf! "I've got to get out of this kitchen!" Then in a flash I ran out of the kitchen and started up the stairs.

I could hear Sara complaining about how rude I was and how I needed more discipline as if she was saying it in front of my face. Now it felt like my nose was burning, my ears were pounding. It felt like my whole body was on fire.

I went into my room, went under my covers and started to sleep it off. Then Ryan came in, he didn't say anything. He felt my forehead, I heard him mumbling about something being hot. He then went out of the room and I fell asleep.