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Chapter Seven
"You sneak!" Chris yelled at Wyatt. The two boys were in the backyard in their clubhouse Leo had helped them build two summers ago.
"What are you talking about," Wyatt asked.
"Don't pretend you don't know!" Chris snapped. "You told dad about me finding the box. You made me lie to Dad! I had to fake it and say I never opened any strange boxes." From the look on Wyatt's face, Chris could tell he had made a mistake the second the words had left his mouth.
"You opened the box!?"
"Oops."
"Chris!" Wyatt was the one who was angry now. He seethed for a moment, then calmed himself. Curiously asked, "What was in it?"
Chris raised an eyebrow in classic Piper fashion. He made sure to leave out the journal as he told his brother, "Some clothes… books… nothing really interesting."
Wyatt was excited. "Really?"
"No…" Chris replied sarcastically. "I just said that to interest you." Wyatt rolled his eyes. Chris asked his brother, "Are you the one who told Dad we found it?"
"Yes…" Wyatt admitted. "Because I… You know, I don't know why I told, now that I think about it."
Chris looked at Wyatt curiously. Wyatt looked back to Chris, surveying him closely. Chris grimaced inwardly. Wyatt always had a way of worming anything out of his younger brother and he knew it, too.
"You found something else that you're not telling me about," Wyatt said slowly, focusing his shining blue eyes on Chris's green ones, making the younger boy nervous.
"Wyatt! Stop looking at me like that! You know I hate it when you do that!" Chris whined.
Wyatt laughed. "'Fess up!"
"Fine!" Chris sighed. Wyatt would hound him until Chris told him everything anyway. "I found a journal — by this Chris guy, the one with my name. Only, the first entry is dated the year 2020."
"That's weird," Wyatt said. Excitedly, he ordered his brother, "Call it."
Chris sighed. Wyatt had found out his secret! For a few shining hours, Chris thought he would know something Wyatt didn't. "Journal," he called. The journal orbed into his outstretched hands. Wyatt took the journal from Chris, placed it on the floor, held his hands over it, and began telekinetically thumbing through it, speed-reading it with his powers.
After several minutes, Wyatt opened his eyes, shock evident on his face.
"What?" Chris asked. No response. "What, Wyatt? What? Tell me!"
"Chris… There's something very wrong here."
"Well, yeah! You don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out!"
"Chris…" Wyatt used his best big brother voice to tell Chris that he didn't have a choice. "We're gonna talk to mom about this."
"No!" Chris shouted. "We're gonna get in so much trouble when she finds out I was snooping!"
"You weren't 'snooping'," Wyatt replied calmly. "You were looking for Jack and found a box with your name on it. That would make anyone curious. She should understand."