After a long football practice on a hot summer day, Brett was driving home sweating like a pig. Brett was an 18 year old senior and the starting center on his highschool football team. He was a big guy, about 6'2 and 230 pounds of mostly muscle but he did have a beefy layer of fat. Football practice was exhausting and he was looking forward to coming home and relaxing. After about ten minutes of driving, he pulled up to his one story and walked in. "I'm home!" He called as he walked in the door.
No one reponded. Brett layed his gym bag on the ground and walked over to the kitchen. "Hello? Anyone one?" He yelled.
Still, no one reponded. He shrugged it off and started to walk towards the fridge when he saw a pile of clothes laying in the hallway. Curious, he walked over to the strange sight only to find three more piles of clothes laying in the middle of the hall.
He squatted down and examined them. They were his family's clothes. Brett had no idea what was going on. "Hello?" He called out again, now walking towards everyone's rooms.
He was close to his bedroom when he heard a faint cry. "Brett! Brett! Down here Brett!"
No one reponded. Brett layed his gym bag on the ground and walked over to the kitchen. "Hello? Anyone one?" He yelled.
Still, no one reponded. He shrugged it off and started to walk towards the fridge when he saw a pile of clothes laying in the hallway. Curious, he walked over to the strange sight only to find three more piles of clothes laying in the middle of the hall.
He squatted down and examined them. They were his family's clothes. Brett had no idea what was going on. "Hello?" He called out again, now walking towards everyone's rooms.
He was close to his bedroom when he heard a faint cry. "Brett! Brett! Down here Brett!"