Richard Forbes
The Forbes family mansion, a place that is both extraordinary and ordinary at the same time. In a neighborhood where every home is large and every yard is larger, a moderately sized mansion is nothing worth noting. Even a house with its own bowling ally, bar and movie theater is just another place. In this house resides a simple nuclear family, a mother, father, son and daughter. Their story is a simple but grand one, a story of a family's determination to rise to the very top of pine guardian's wealth, only to settle somewhere in the middle. However, this isn't their story. No, it is the story of one teenage boy.
"Tch."
When the hell is she going to get here? When I pay that much of my allowance, I expect some good service, he thought to himself, lying down on his massive king sized bed. He could still remember that fight. The boy never would be able to forget it. His buddies were into sports, explained to him how the joy of such things was the catharsis of seeing two men at their peak fighting with all of their passion. On that day he finally understood.
And he wanted to fuck it.
Richard crawled to the edge of his bed and began walking towards the window. His "small" room was big enough to hold three cars, even with all the crap lying around it. In fact, he never had to clean the room, not only because maids came in every now and then, but because there was not enough space for it really to get dirty. Staring out of the window, he muttered under his breath,
"It better be the same girl and not some stand in. I know they can shapeshift."
