This story is a work of fiction, all characters
and plot lines are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead
is purely coincidental. The actions depicted are indeed fictional and hence aren't condoned by the author or the site's owners. The Longest Week of my Life! My name is Charles, but my friends call me Chuck. During all of my childhood, my friends and I have been playing various kinds of games, from the classics Cops & Robbers and Cowboys to some complex games that we invented like “Houses war” (a game in which we used to houses as “forts” and the street as our battlefield), all of these games leading us to some tied-up situation. At first our knots were pretty simple, forcing us to trust our “prisoners” not to escape –although there were always some “cheaters” who struggled a little bit and then ran away–so we were forced to learn how to make proper knots. Unfortunately, as the years passed, our group started disbanding; the older kids entered that period of life called “adolescence”, started hanging out with girls, playing sports, etc. Meanwhile, the younger kids discovered a more fun game called “Nintendo” which prompted them to stay at home instead of going outside; soon, as we grew up, we forgot about those games and got into all these new hobbies. I live in a really huge house, it has two floors plus a basement and attic, four rooms, each with a bathroom and a big yard on which my dad built me a tree house and a trampoline when I was little. My parents are divorced; because of her work my mom lives in another city. So my younger brother Andy and I live with our dad. We look pretty much alike: we both have a slim build and short blond hair. At the time my story begins, I was thirteen years old while my brother was eleven; the other main character of the story is my cousin Max. Some would say that he is my lost twin brother, we both are the same age with only a couple of days of difference (I’m the older!) and we look alike with the only noticeable difference being that he has long black hair. Since he lives only thirty minutes away, he used to spend a lot of time in the neighbourhood. We were just like brothers; he was staying at my home for a couple of weeks during the summer vacations when my story takes place. Everything was going as initially planned when my dad was called for his job and asked to go on a business trip for a week; as you can imagine the idea of leaving us alone for a week didn’t please him too much. So after some hours of distress, he finally asked Trevor, the neighbor’s fifteen-year old son, to sleep at our house; unluckily, Trevor had a commitment for the weekend so he couldn’t stay for those days; after deliberating about the problem, my dad finally decided that we were old enough to stay alone for a weekend. Finally, after leaving a generous amount of money four our personal needs, he packed his stuff and left for the airport. As you may imagine, as soon as my dad leaved, we started making plans for the week, a week without adults! We never thought that, after a series of events, for the next seven days, Max, Andy, I, Trevor and other friends who would be introduce when their time comes would be involved in an endless game in which all of us will ended tied up. Although there were only seven days, it was the longest week of my life (in a good way), I’ll post seven stories (eight if you count this prologue), one for each day in which I’ll tell you what happened during the longest week of my life!© 2009 by Charlie
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