(Brian's pov)
We moved her about a month ago, my parents said that it would be fun for me, my brother Eric and my sister y/n." A young Brian Stevenson said while watching the men from the moving truck take all the boxes inside their new house, while one of them nearly dropping Brian's older sister y/ns sketch books.
"Hey please be careful!" Y/n shouted while running to catch her sketch books that had toppled over since the man had so much in his arms he couldn't see, so y/n decided it would be better to help him since he was already having trouble with my dads things. "Here let me help you!" Y/n said, my sister has always been quiet but she is mostly very energetic, her energy is probably what is keeping our family from falling apart.
[a few nights later]
I wake up to my clock ticking, and my light flashing. I still up and put my socks on and quietly walk down the stairs since I slept in the attic, I walk past my sisters room and open the door slowly to see if she's sleeping and she is at her desk studying and she looks over at the door and waves and I smile and nod back, and close her door back, and walk up to my brothers door about to knock when I realize he's probably sleeping so I walk away and hear my parents arguing. I roll my eyes and go down stairs and head to the kitchen and make a peanut and onion sandwich, and then walk to the living room and jump over the couch and turn on the tv and sit back down and watched whatever channel it was on until I heard my younger brother scream.
"Mommy!" I quickly shut off the tv and run up the stairs bumping into my sister who was running to Eric's room, she just rolls her eyes and giggled and I run up the stairs and go straight to bed.
[the next morning]
I walk down the stairs and walk into the kitchen.
"Hey mom!" I said and she looks over and smiles "hi honey!" I sit by my sister and we do our special handshake, and my dad says "whatever you watched on tv last night was worth 2 weeks and a weeks worth of allowance." I look at him "huh?" "Huh?" My dad says. "We found the sandwich Brian" my mom replied, "what sandwich?" I try acting innocent, "Brian Arther Stevenson, you're the only person in this house that eats peanut butter and onion sandwich's." My mom says while my dad opens the cupboard and a tub of ice cream falls and lands all over his shirt. I snort and my sister does to, then our dad looks at us with crazy eyes and says "your d3ad kids" and me and my sister replied at the same time "hey I didn't do anything!" And our dad walks up to us and says "Brian, y/n you two are old enough to know right from wrong, so why don't you start acting like it" he walks away and I say quietly "why don't you start acting like it" and I roll my eyes.
[y/n pov an hour before]
I wake up, and sit up and rub my eyes only to realize my hand is blue, I look at it and say "huh?" And my eyes widen as I get up and run to the bathroom and see a blue painted mustache on my face and I scream, and my mom comes running to the bathroom and says "what's wrong?!" I look at her and she sees the mustache and asks "why did you paint a mustache on your face?" I look at her and say "why?! Mom I didn't paint it on my face someone else did!" She rolls her eyes "and who could that have been?" I don't know?!" She looks at me and says "well wipe that off and come get breakfast" she leaves and I roll my eyes and look at myself in the mirror. "Who could've done this?" I ask. "It wasn't Brian and it couldn't have been eric, if it wasn't them, then who did it?" A few minutes later I walk downstairs clean and ready to start the day, I say good morning to my family and sit down. A few seconds later Brian walks into the kitchen and we do our secret handshake as he sits down, and I go back to eating, I wasn't really listening until my dad started blaming Brian and I for the ice cream on his shirt and we both respond with "hey I didn't do anything!" And then my dad walks away and I roll my eyes and stand up and give my brothers a high five and give my mom a kiss on the cheek and grab my backpack, and as I do all of my school stuff falls out and I silently curse under my breath, and pick up all of my stuff and put it back into my backpack and walk out the door. And as I continue to walk to school I continue to think "who is doing this? Why are they doing this to me and my family, whoever you are, I will bring you to justice."
