That’s me on the left, I’m 18, and that’s my 15 year old brother Harry on the right. Yeah, you read that right, the guy on the right is my younger brother.
He wasn’t always this big though, he used to be a scrawny little nerd. That was until we were walking home one night and we saw a shooting star. I was laughing as he made a wish “to be big and strong”.
I thought nothing of it, until I woke up the next day in the bedroom we both shared and saw a giant flexing in the mirror. At first I didn’t believe it was Harry, but he soon convinced me, telling me things only Harry would know.
I was a bit nervous as we both walked downstairs that our parents would freak but they acted like everything was normal. Apparently this was normal for them.
It turns out that Harry had been going to the gym since he was eleven and was a natural. He quickly grew in size and the other gym-goers took him under their wing. Helping him with his techniques and how to life properly to make the best gains.
I wasn’t going to admit it but I was jealous of him, it was hard having to constantly explain how I was the older brother. Harry wasn’t making it easy, constantly dragging me down the gym to help him, not that I could help with anything, the size of the weights he was lifting were much higher than I could life.
I just had to keep my eyes on the sky for the next shooting star and hope my wish is granted too.
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