Marion and his brother

Chapter 1

Marion Nolan was thinking about Chris, his annoying older brother again. Chris was a rude monster, in his opinion, with bulky muscles and he was very, very tall. Sometimes Marion was even scared of him.

Marion walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved Athens (except for when it was cold in the wintertime) with its big, tall mountains and woodsy forests. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel calm.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was Chris, striding down the driveway looking proud and tall.

Marion gulped. He glanced at his reflection from the window. Looking back at him was a kind, understanding, tea drinker, at the age of 12, with skinny bones and scrawny arms. His friends saw him as a quiet, nerdy, skinny friend they could look up to when they needed help on a math question that he found quite simple. Once, he even saved a puppy that was stuck in one of those street drains. Well, not really, it was stuck in the rain with its leg caught in the crack between the street and the drain.

But not even a kind person who had once saved a puppy that was stuck in a street drain was prepared for what Chris had in store today.

The rain drizzled like graceful drops of water, making Marion confident. Marion grabbed his damp rain jacket that had been hanging on the coat hanger by the big, brown front door nearby; he slowly zipped it up with his fingers.

As Marion stepped outside and Chris came closer, he could see the vicious smile on his face.

Chris glared with all the wrath of a bully. He said, in hushed tones, "Stupid."

Marion looked back, even more, confident as he picked up the damp newspaper. "Chris, catch," he replied and threw it straight at Chris's face. He was in trouble now and he knew it.

They looked at each other with furious feelings, like two ripe, round tomatoes. Now, Marion had to run for his life, which was a difficulty because Marion was not fast at all. He had studied Chris's moves of where he runs every single time he chased Marion. Eventually, he took off, sprinting down the hill to the backyard. When he got down there he began saying, in a frightened tone, "Oh my god, I've got to get the dang thing open or Chris is going to kill me!"

Suddenly the gate swung open and hit Marion smack-dab in the face! He toppled over onto his bottom and sat there looking terrified. He decided to get up and take a run for it when he heard the dreading voice of Chris. Oh No Oh No Oh No! He thought, turning his head around to find, 6'2 and a whole lot mean. "Hello brother," said Chris. He picks Marion by the collar and drags him inside.

After an hour or so, Chris was in his room jamming out to some sort of rock song, and Marion just sitting on the couch, peacefully waiting for his mom who would get home any minute, with a buttload of groceries. Every Wednesday, his mom would glance into the fridge and shout that they need more groceries. Marion heard the car pull up into the driveway and into the garage, with a small screech of the car would make, Marion knew it was time to bring the groceries in. As he put his shoe on, Chris came bolting down the stairs, shouting "MOM'S HOME!" in a sort of excited but annoyed tone.

"Boys, come help your mom get the groceries!" Marion's dad was yelling, from the garage. James Nolan, the boys' dad walks by, scruffling Marion's hair, then going to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, muttering under his breath about who knows what. Marion looks over his shoulder, but before he could even turn his head around, he gets knocked over and hits his head on the floor with a big thump. Then he blacked out for a minute or so. Just pure black.

As he came back to his senses, he finds his brother looking over him, pointing, laughing quite an evil laugh. "Hahahaha! Look at this- ouch, dad, what he-" "No more teasing your brother, you okay son?" "Ye-yeah, I'm okay, just kinda blacked out, for..a..a..moment," Marion said in a shaken voice as he took his father's hand and stood up.