ERIC SHEPHERD :
Seven Years Old
“Leave me alone, Deriee,” I growled unhappily.
While I was here studying madly, and doing multiple activities, my twin brother, Derek got the chance to walk around free and eat ice cream.
His continuous offer to me made me want to take a bite of ice cream too.
“Eriee,” He teased me.
“Fine, one bite I’ll take and just one race.” Closing my book softly, I told him.
“On your mark, get, set, go.”
Derek started to run away and I chased after him. Whenever we raced there was no winner or loser, we always got into a tie.
Even today it would happen the same way if Grandpa hadn't returned home early.
“Eric.” At his one call, I stood straight, panic rising in my heart.
“I win… I win…” Derek jumped happily while my heart dropped with each step Grandpa was taking toward me.
“Is this the way an heir should be, hmm?
Look at yourself Eric,” He scolded me and I lowered my head further in shame.
“I’m sorry, Grandpa,” I apologized quickly.