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Pulling into the driveway of our parent's ranch house has always been a little more fun than most driveways. A good dirt approach and wide area to park usually means I can give the truck a little gas and kick the back end out, spraying dirt and admittedly a couple rocks. Thankfully, we've got a grove of trees and our old tree fort to get pelted instead of something expensive.

I usually like to kicked the truck sideways as I enter the driveway but today I was in another world thinking about what happened. I see the UPS truck sitting in the driveway. Knowing we don't get packages too often (Amazon Prime is still even a 3-day wait for most things), you immediately start to wonder what someone ordered.

As I park the truck and open the door, the usual sweet smell of country life completely eludes me. Outdoors in the country is usually like no other. You could have the worst day in the world, but that sound of wind, smell of a mixture of forest and flowers, and the sight of grove grass bouncing with the waves of wind can help soothe the most tortured soul. Well, not today. You and your bother shoot out of the truck gripping your bags tightly and halfway up the sidewalk to the house. Not a single word said between the two of you.

As you stride past your family's vehicles and up to the sidewalk, the family dog Trigger can be seen running up from the grove. They call them King Shepherds, I just call them really big German Shepherds. Along with him is always a stick or toy for you to pay dog tax with a throw. You'll play with Trigger later, today's not the day, sorry, pup.

As you get in the house, there sits a package on the kitchen counter, around it stand your dad and your brother. By the way they're looking at it, it might as well jump up and give a showtune dance. Something like that one dancing and singing frog cartoon. You stride past them immediately up to your room. Behind you, you hear, "What the hell is it?", your dad says. "and why is it addressed to you?", he looks up at John. Now, my dad Tim was never a tall man standing at 5'11, but he was dwarfed by John, who stood at a good 6'4. "The hell if I know, I ordered a few things from a few places, but this doesn't look like any of them.", John stated.

"A few things? I know I don't pay you enough for that shit. You sucking dicks on the side or something?, my dad laughs. From outside your door you hear, "Hey, you guys see where Patrick and Kaleb went to?", "Nah, I think they both ran to their rooms, must've been a shitty practice.", John replied.

"Well, I gotta get out to the garage, let me know what it is.", dad states before heading off outside. The family races dirt track on the weekends, so he spends his spare time fixing and messing with his race car. "Yeah, I'll be out there later." John replies.

As you sit in your bedroom, you hear your brother cut and rip open the package. Your brother is in the room next to you and you can't help to think, did he finish?