I woke up. Its my 4th birhtday and I'm really excited. Its not everyday a kid turns 4 whole years old! I run into my parents room. "Mommy! Daddy! I'm 4! I'm 4!" I yell jumping up and down on there bed. "Matt honey thats great," my mother says taking me into her arms to get me to stop jumping. She gives me a hug and puts me on the floor. my mom seems sick for some reason but I don't know why. later at breakfast mom and dad come up to me. "Hunny we have some good news for you." she says. "What mommy? what am i gonna get that big red truck??" I ask getting all excited again. "ummm no Matt, something better." She says. I look at her. What could be better than the big red truck I saw in the window at the toy store I think. "Your going to have a brother or a sister!" she says. I look at her again. I don't understand. This is a good thing? My mom can see the look on my face. I suddenly burst in to tears and run to my room. Some Birthday! "Well that went well," my father says. ******** 9 months later ************ It is the middle of the day when I have to go to the hospital with mommy and daddy. I sit paciently in the waiting room. Well actually i am asking for candy and juice every 5 minuets. Dad loses his pacients and yells at me to stop being a bother. Soon we are called in to the room to see my new something. "It's a boy," my mother says, "and his name is Takuru." i look at the little thing wrapped in a blanket. He waves to me kinda. "Hey I guess he is alright." I say. Right then and there I knew my life would change. ********* 4 Years Later ************* Takuru grew up really fast. I was 8 now and he was only 4. I watched out for him a lot. Big brother responsibilities I guess. He now prefered to be called T.K. because it is eaiser to spell. One day though something happened. Something that would change or lives forever. It was a good morning and I had taken T.K. outside to play. I was playing my harmonica when we heard what sounded like explosions. Then me and T.K. saw something. I didn't want to believe it but I knew they were monsters. They were fighting, and making quite a mess. Then when one defeated the other they disapeared! i tried to forget it but T.K. kept incisting he saw them. Mom got mad and told him to stop that noncense. He stopped complaining about the monsters but I had a feeling he wouldn't forget. Another terrible thing happned that year too. Mom and dad stopped likeing eachother. They decided to split up and to be fair they each took a kid. Since dad was busy and didn't have time really for a younger kid he took me. Mom got little T.K. It was the hardest day of my life. I packed up my things and brought them to the car. We packed up a bunch of stuff. T.K. wouldn't stop crying. "Be brave, someday everything will be right." I told him. I waved goodbye and my dad drove us to our new home. An apartment. T.K. and mom moved out of the house and moved into an apartment too. I spent most of my life alone. Like I said dad didn't have a lot of time so I was basically by myself. I developed great cooking skills since I had to make my dinners and stuf myself. My life went on like that for 4 more years until the day I was at camp and a wierd device flew from the sky......
