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Brothers & Sisters – Chapter Five: Meeting All The Players

This is basically an un-edited version of this book. There will be typos. There will be your/you’re errors, because I’m dyslexic as hell. Why am I posting it? I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that some major things needed to change, so I’m changing them. However, I like the old version and I already gave you Twins In Death in the old form, so have this one too. It doesn’t matter, the books are being re-written, so enjoy.

Brothers & Sisters
A Tale of The Weirdo
By Brett N. Lashuay

Chapter Five

Meeting All The Players

 

March 29th, 2003

8:10 a.m.

 

            The Weirdo looked at the headlines, it was hard not to really. They were in large bold black type and he didn’t want to see that.  He folded the paper and threw it away being careful to make sure no one would see it. He picked up the newspaper from Saturday and opened it. He skipped immediately to the comic section, folding any news away. He was quite interested to see what that crazy beagle was up to today. Was that nutty beagle driving the round-headed kid crazy? Would he be steeling the blanket from that blanket kid? There had been what was it, a year since the creator died? They were still running the comics though. They were still running them and that was a good thing. It was a good thing because other wise, how would he be able to tell what that zany beagle was up to? He looked at the television set that had been turned off, and then at the comic section.

 

            He opened the can of cola he had brought with him from the refrigerator. He pulled on the tab and a release of gas poured out. He poured a portion of the can into a coffee mug that sat in front of him and drank from it while he looked for a comic about a beagle.

 

            Max walked into the kitchen and opened a cupboard. He looked at the cereal choices through his bleary eyes and pulled out a box. He shuffled to the cupboards and pulled out a bowl, he then shuffled to the fridge and got the bottle of milk. He sat down at the table and looked at the three of them. He poured out a measure of cereal, and then a measure of milk. He was fitting the cap back on the milk when he looked around at the bowl.

 

            “Crap.” He said and got up, walking to a drawer and extracting a spoon.

 

            “Morning.” Kestrel said as she came into the kitchen.

 

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