Literature
Chapter 2: Tucker and Caleb (an untitled mystery)
22 years earlier
Caleb:
I pressed my face against the window of the car, miserable. I couldn't believe we had to leave Georgia and move all the way to Washington; for my dad's stupid job.
My head smacked against the window, as our car hit a pot hole. My brother, Donovan, let out a laugh. Donovan was such a jerk, I think it had to do with the fact he was twelve. I turned and glared at him, before starring aimlessly out the window again.
We passed rows of older houses with porches and small, sparse lawns. They all looked exactly the same except for their color. It looked like a stereotypical, suburban 50's scene that was worn by time.