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True Grave
Make The Wrong Things Right
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2010
- Location
- Where The Fight Takes Me
Brandon Wolf smiled as he turned onto Elm Street, where he had grown up in Dolores Park, Illinois. He had been away for several months attending University in Chicago, and was in his fourth and final year there. Next semester, he would graduate from the school with a Bachelors Degree in Secondary Teaching, and he would finally be able to pursue his dream of teaching History. For now, however, he was just glad to be back home. He pulled up to the two-story ranch house that was nicely decorated for Christmas and hefted his bag up to the front door. He knocked on the door, smiling as his parents came to greet him.
His mother Daisy gave him a hug and a kiss, and his father Henry also gave him a hug. Brandon made his way into the kitchen, and talked with them for a few moments. One person who had not come to greet him was his little sister, Valerie, who was a smart girl but could also be a brat sometimes. He headed upstairs and found her room on the left. He could hear music coming from within, and she seemed to be talking to someone. He thought he recognized the voice of one of her close friends.
Valerie was bobbing her head to some rock music as she was hanging out with her friend.
"See, I told you this band was awesome."
Her light brown hair was waving as she bobbed her head, and she was wearing a pink shirt that accentuated her D-cup breasts. She may have been a computer nerd, but she still knew how to make herself look hot. She exercised regularly to stay in shape. However, she squealed when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind.
"So, this is why you didn't hear me come in? You could have at least come down to say hi."
Valerie sighed, and spun her chair to greet her older brother.
"Brandon, you really need to stop doing that."
Brandon turned to her friend and gave her a nod.
"Hey there."
He then turned back to Valerie.
"Maybe if you'd come down and see me, runt, I wouldn't have to scare you like that."
He gently ruffled her hair, much to his sister's annoyance.
"Anyway, I'll leave you guys to your own thing. See ya later."
Brandon headed out of the room and into the bathroom to take a shower.
Valerie shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"He's so annoying. I swear, I don't know how we're related sometimes."
She really did love her big brother, and most of the time, he was a really cool guy. However, at times like this, he was just annoying. She put it out of her mind and began to jam to the music again.
Brandon stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He was 6'2" with a body shaped with hard muscle from sports and martial arts. His hair was a dark black and his eyes were light brown. After he had showered and changed clothes, he went into his room, which he had not seen in months. He grabbed a Pepsi out of the minifridge and kicked back on his bed to watch a show. In fact, he was watching his favorite show, the show that had first gotten him into the martial arts, Baki the Grappler.
His mother Daisy gave him a hug and a kiss, and his father Henry also gave him a hug. Brandon made his way into the kitchen, and talked with them for a few moments. One person who had not come to greet him was his little sister, Valerie, who was a smart girl but could also be a brat sometimes. He headed upstairs and found her room on the left. He could hear music coming from within, and she seemed to be talking to someone. He thought he recognized the voice of one of her close friends.
Valerie was bobbing her head to some rock music as she was hanging out with her friend.
"See, I told you this band was awesome."
Her light brown hair was waving as she bobbed her head, and she was wearing a pink shirt that accentuated her D-cup breasts. She may have been a computer nerd, but she still knew how to make herself look hot. She exercised regularly to stay in shape. However, she squealed when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind.
"So, this is why you didn't hear me come in? You could have at least come down to say hi."
Valerie sighed, and spun her chair to greet her older brother.
"Brandon, you really need to stop doing that."
Brandon turned to her friend and gave her a nod.
"Hey there."
He then turned back to Valerie.
"Maybe if you'd come down and see me, runt, I wouldn't have to scare you like that."
He gently ruffled her hair, much to his sister's annoyance.
"Anyway, I'll leave you guys to your own thing. See ya later."
Brandon headed out of the room and into the bathroom to take a shower.
Valerie shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"He's so annoying. I swear, I don't know how we're related sometimes."
She really did love her big brother, and most of the time, he was a really cool guy. However, at times like this, he was just annoying. She put it out of her mind and began to jam to the music again.
Brandon stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He was 6'2" with a body shaped with hard muscle from sports and martial arts. His hair was a dark black and his eyes were light brown. After he had showered and changed clothes, he went into his room, which he had not seen in months. He grabbed a Pepsi out of the minifridge and kicked back on his bed to watch a show. In fact, he was watching his favorite show, the show that had first gotten him into the martial arts, Baki the Grappler.
