Chapter Deux
"Happy birthday!" His older brother Ryan shouted happily.
He smiled, looking at the present Ryan had just set in front of him. The package was of medium-size, but the thing that was making him grin was the fact that Ryan had drawn humorous cartoons on the box. His other brother, Richard, would never have done anything remotely comical. He was just like his father: rude, bossy, a work-o-holic and incredibly stupid. He and Ryan nicknamed Richard the Duke because he was so bossy. Duke was twenty, but he had run away that year and nobody had heard from him since.
"Hey! Stop day-dreaming and open my present!" Ryan shouted with a chuckle.
He acted on his brother's words and tore at the paper. In doing so, he revealed a hard, black case. He hesitated, knowing what was inside the case.
"For God's sake, open the case!!" Ryan said with a laugh. He chuckled and popped open the clasps that held the case together. He suppressed a shocked gasp when he saw a brilliantly new Underwood typewriter.
"I…you…bloody hell!! Where'd you get this??"
His brother shrugged and then hit him in the shoulder, "Watch your language!" Ryan exclaimed, "I didn't have a mouth like that when I was eleven!"
He grinned, "You're right. Your mouth was worse," The brothers laughed, but Ryan stopped abruptly with the chime of the grandfather clock. He groaned.
"I have to go meet father at the office. He wants to discuss my future at his firm." He nodded and his brother left, groaning with every step to the door.
It was then that he really looked at the typewriter. He grabbed a piece of paper and loaded it. His fingers hovered above the glossy keys for a moment before he finally brought them down to type.
He had never realized how much he loved writing until that very moment, on his eleventh birthday. But he now realized it and he knew he wanted to write for the rest of his life.
