"Do you know I'm not going to be myself on our birthday, on Halloween this year, bro?" Mark asked his brother, Valentino. Who was sprawled onto his bed across from his bed covers, reading a monster comic book. He turned the page, not paying attention to his brother.
"That's nice," Valentino said, not caring. "Let me know how it works out for you," Valentino told his brother. Suddenly, Mark got angry. He tossed his XBOX game controller in front of the TV. Then, Mark walked over to his brother's bed. He quickly and madly took the comic book out of Valentino's reach. And tossed it into a wastebasket next to our desk.
Sit upright in bed, Valentino turned his attention to his annoyed little brother. "You never believe anything I say, seriously, bro!" Mark yelled, putting his hands on his hips, sternly. Not taking his eyes off Valentino.
Valentino sighed and tried to show his brother some affection. "Look, Mark. I know we are both going to have another birthday coming up on Halloween. But it doesn't mean anything. We're just both getting another year older," Valentino said. Mark wasn't going to keep something he's been hiding since he could remember Halloween was not going to be unlike any normal holiday tradition this year. It was going to be different. And Valentino didn't believe he and his brother would be ready for a change so different, everybody would notice how strange they have become.
"You're not worried if the change will be permanent, Valentino?" Mark asked, suspiciously. Valentino wasn't concentrating on responding to his brother. He got off his bed covers and sat at his desk chair and twirled around. Mark quickly grabbed hold of Valentino and stopped him from spinning his desk chair.
"We're going through puberty! On our birthday, this Halloween, bro!" Valentino announced, shouting a little louder than he meant to. "Everybody goes through changes when they get older. You shouldn't fear going through changes," Valentino yelled, angrily. His brother was making him mad. He couldn't let him feel like they would be treated like a monster hellbent on tormenting their poor souls for the rest of their lives.
"But I am afraid of going through changes on our next birthday, bro!" Mark snapped, tossing his hands in the air. "Don't you know we're no longer going to be kids on Halloween, this year?" Mark said. "We're going to be grown-ups—or something else. I'm not sure. We're going to have to get jobs and live on our own. Mom and dad won't be able to take care of us anymore. Aren't you scared we'll be cursed because both of our birthdays are the same day on Halloween?" Mark asked. It was a little suspicious. But Valentino didn't think anything odd about it.
Valentino grabbed a fluffy pillow off his bed and whacked it across Mark's chest. Catching the pillow in his grasp, Mark grabbed hold of the pillow. And smacked Valentino across the side of his head, knocking him out of his rolling desk chair he sat in.
"Come on, I don't want to fight you early this morning," Valentino complained. "Just don't worry about changing into something too uncomfortable this Halloween, okay bro?" he asked, politely. Mark laughed and did a little dance in front of Valentino.
Valentino was getting dizzy watching his brother twirl around him. He was getting faster and started to smoke. Valentino quickly grabbed hold of Mark by his shoulders and stopped him from dancing around the room by his shoulders. "Dude, chill," he snapped, trying to grab hold of his anxious and annoying little brother.
Mark smiled and laughed some more. "I'm so excited about the change on our birthday, in a couple of weeks, bro!" Mark said. "I should change into something everybody should be afraid of," Mark continued. "Make you have nightmares you won't even begin to dream of" he said, beaming with excitement.
"I've never seen you this happy about getting older, before, bro," Valentino said, amusingly. "I think it's something not to anticipate too seriously at this point," he said. "It's just another day to get older and maturer. It doesn't mean anything, okay bro?" Valentino said, trying to reason with his brother, Mark.
He wasn't paying attention to Valentino. Mark now gripped hold of a stress ball in his hand and tossed it in the air. Catching it and squeezing it before tossing it in the air again, to catch it in the air.
Suddenly, the two boy's bedrooms squeaked open, swiftly. Russell, their father, appeared in the doorway. Looking worried, he said, "Boys, come into the living room. I have something tragically important to tell you both. Your mother was in an accident," Russell said, bursting into tears as he buried his hands into face and cried.