Ian's Birthday

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A few months after the incident, it was finally Ian's 16th Birthday. A day for any bizarre miracle to happen. But today started the most bizarre thing that changed our lives forever. I woke up to my alarm clock, and put on my clothes. Walls decorated with Rock and Roll band posters and memories of the Lightfoot family. I put on my clothes and headed out my door. I already heard that Ian and Mom were already downstairs. As soon as I was in the hallway, near the door. Barley came in.

Barley: Mornin', Will. What's up.

Wilbur: Oh, nothing. Just another da--.

I noticed that Barley's clothes were wet. I immediately knew what he was up to.

Wilbur: You did it again, didn't you?

Barley looked down.

Barley: Yeah.

Wilbur: You know how Mom gets. Did Bronco see you again?

Barley: I ran off before they arrived. It would've been a lot easier if you were there.

Wilbur: I don't do that anymore. And for good reason. Dry yourself off before Mom notices.

I went to see Ian and Mom in the kitchen.

Wilbur: Happy Birthday, little brother.

Mom: Morning, sweetie.

Ian: Hey, bud.

Wilbur: Oh, man. The last adult in the house. How do you feel, man?

Ian: I really don't feel much difference.

Ian went to grab one of the pigs-in-a-blankets out of the fridge. Mom stopped him before he could grab one.

Mom: Hands off, mister. Those are for your party, tonight.

Ian: There's no party, Mom. It's just us.

Wilbur: Oh, come on. It's still a party.

Mom: You could invite those kids from your science class. You said they seemed pretty rockin'.

She said as she mixed up her protein drink.

Ian: I'm, uh, pretty sure I didn't say it like that.

He said as he fixed himself some cereal.

Wilbur: You said something like that.

Ian: And besides, I don't even know them.

Mom: Well, your birthday's a day to try new things. Be the new you.

Then she turned on the blender and yelled over it.

Mom: Speaking of trying new things, did you sign up for driving practice?

Ian: No. (Clears throat) No.

Then Mom turned off the blender.

Mom: I know you're scared to drive sweetie pie, but--

Ian: I'm not scared, Mom. I'm going to move Barley's game.

Mom: Ok, but you know how he gets when someone touches that board.

On the way over, Ian tripped over a toy club.

Ian: Well, he's gotta learn to clean up his toys.

As if on cue, Barley appeared out of nowhere and grabbed ahold of him and put him in a chokehold before he could grab the board. Surprisingly, he was all dried off.

Barley: Halt! Doth one of my brothers disrupt an active campaign?

He said that voice he uses sometimes at the campaigns we've been to together.

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