Post by JAGuar on Mar 7, 2005 1:57:50 GMT -5
Keir blocked Leoc’s shot and dribbled the ball to the three point line. Leoc came out and feebly tried to guard him, but Keir just posted him up and did a turn around jump shot on his little brother.
“That’s game!” Keir shouted in Leoc’s face. “You wanna go again, or do you think you’ll lose that one, too?”
“Whatever.” Leoc said, turning and walking away.
“What’s wrong?” Keir asked, setting the ball down on the ground and following his little brother.
“It’s nothing.” Leoc replied, while going through the screen door to their house.
Keir was about 12 years old at this time and Leoc was 9. Keir had always been more athletic than Leoc and always dominated in any sport or game they would play together. Leoc, however, was the smart one. He could figure out the hardest equations in a matter of seconds while some of the world’s brightest minds could just stare, baffled.
They lived with their mother and father in a two story brick house, truly the way to go, in Keir’s opinion. They had a basketball court in their back yard and a swimming pool right beside that. Their garage was where Keir practiced his drumset every day. He always wanted to become a famous drummer.
Right now, though, Keir just wanted to have fun and play another game of one on one. He followed Leoc through the door and closed it. He looked around the kitchen that the door led into and didn’t see his brother anywhere.
He must be in the family room with Mom and Dad, Keir thought to himself. He picked up a towel from the rack above the counter and wiped off the sweat from his forehead and headed towards the door.
He stopped suddenly and realized he still had his shoes on. He went back to the screen door and took them off, making sure to put them in a neat line for when he would need them again. Satisfied, he turned around and went through the revolving door to the family room.
In Keir’s opinion, the family room was the best part about the house. It had two levels, with three steps leading from the lower one to the upper one. They had a 32’ TV that Keir loved to watch sports on. His mother and father were watching the news at the time.
Keir turned and spotted Leoc on the computer, typing some weird stuff that Keir didn’t understand. He walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When Leoc turned around, Keir spoke towards him.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, “You can’t be that mad that you lost, I mean you always lose to me.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Leoc said, turning back around and getting back to typing whatever it was he was typing, “I’m just tired of playing sports all day, I want to do something more productive with my time.”
“Tired of playing sports?” Keir asked, disbelievingly. “Do more with your time? And what exactly does writing love letters to the girls you’re stalking have to do with “doing something more productive” with your time?”
“For your information, I’m typing a report on the difference of amount of genomes in a dermian and a human, if that’s fine with you.”
“I have no idea what you just said,” Keir said plainly, heading for the stairs, “but I don’t care either way.”
He went up three steps to the upper level and stopped. As if by an afterthought, he turned to his parents and said, “So, what’s going on the news today?”
Keir had no idea why he asked that question. He never cared before what happened to humans. Keir was a dermian, full blooded and had no need for human politics in his opinion. He didn’t see how it could possibly affect him at all and he wondered why his parents even bothered watching that stuff.
Jewels turned and looked at her son, “Honey, are you okay?”
“Yes, Mom.” Keir said, annoyed.
“Stop teasing him, Jewels.” Chuck said, coming to his son’s aid.
“Well, they’re about to make an important announcement on the dermian/human conditions of peace in America.” Leoc said, matter-of-factly.
“How could you possibly know that?” Keir asked, coming back downstairs.
“Just watch.” Leoc said.
Just then, on the TV, there came a reporter that Keir had no knowledge of.
“That’s game!” Keir shouted in Leoc’s face. “You wanna go again, or do you think you’ll lose that one, too?”
“Whatever.” Leoc said, turning and walking away.
“What’s wrong?” Keir asked, setting the ball down on the ground and following his little brother.
“It’s nothing.” Leoc replied, while going through the screen door to their house.
Keir was about 12 years old at this time and Leoc was 9. Keir had always been more athletic than Leoc and always dominated in any sport or game they would play together. Leoc, however, was the smart one. He could figure out the hardest equations in a matter of seconds while some of the world’s brightest minds could just stare, baffled.
They lived with their mother and father in a two story brick house, truly the way to go, in Keir’s opinion. They had a basketball court in their back yard and a swimming pool right beside that. Their garage was where Keir practiced his drumset every day. He always wanted to become a famous drummer.
Right now, though, Keir just wanted to have fun and play another game of one on one. He followed Leoc through the door and closed it. He looked around the kitchen that the door led into and didn’t see his brother anywhere.
He must be in the family room with Mom and Dad, Keir thought to himself. He picked up a towel from the rack above the counter and wiped off the sweat from his forehead and headed towards the door.
He stopped suddenly and realized he still had his shoes on. He went back to the screen door and took them off, making sure to put them in a neat line for when he would need them again. Satisfied, he turned around and went through the revolving door to the family room.
In Keir’s opinion, the family room was the best part about the house. It had two levels, with three steps leading from the lower one to the upper one. They had a 32’ TV that Keir loved to watch sports on. His mother and father were watching the news at the time.
Keir turned and spotted Leoc on the computer, typing some weird stuff that Keir didn’t understand. He walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When Leoc turned around, Keir spoke towards him.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, “You can’t be that mad that you lost, I mean you always lose to me.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Leoc said, turning back around and getting back to typing whatever it was he was typing, “I’m just tired of playing sports all day, I want to do something more productive with my time.”
“Tired of playing sports?” Keir asked, disbelievingly. “Do more with your time? And what exactly does writing love letters to the girls you’re stalking have to do with “doing something more productive” with your time?”
“For your information, I’m typing a report on the difference of amount of genomes in a dermian and a human, if that’s fine with you.”
“I have no idea what you just said,” Keir said plainly, heading for the stairs, “but I don’t care either way.”
He went up three steps to the upper level and stopped. As if by an afterthought, he turned to his parents and said, “So, what’s going on the news today?”
Keir had no idea why he asked that question. He never cared before what happened to humans. Keir was a dermian, full blooded and had no need for human politics in his opinion. He didn’t see how it could possibly affect him at all and he wondered why his parents even bothered watching that stuff.
Jewels turned and looked at her son, “Honey, are you okay?”
“Yes, Mom.” Keir said, annoyed.
“Stop teasing him, Jewels.” Chuck said, coming to his son’s aid.
“Well, they’re about to make an important announcement on the dermian/human conditions of peace in America.” Leoc said, matter-of-factly.
“How could you possibly know that?” Keir asked, coming back downstairs.
“Just watch.” Leoc said.
Just then, on the TV, there came a reporter that Keir had no knowledge of.