“Hurry up Tracy, we’re going to be late” my brother Callen bellowed up the stairs.
“Travelling” I hollered back grabbing my hockey bag and sticks as I head through the open bedroom door and down the stairs. My brother is standing by the front door all intimidating at 6’3”, and about 200 pounds all muscle, his hair dark blonde and curly but cut and sat perfectly, his tongue just poking through his white perfectly straight teeth, (this tells me he is a tad annoyed with me) with his hockey bag an