Day Twelve

It's been a few days since we heard from my brother. Maybe the testing doesn't allow him to communicate but you would think that he would contact us before he puts on the HH and by know he must've put it on. Maybe he's so amazed by the testing he just forgot to tell us when he's putting it on officially. Who am I kidding, it was probably all a ploy to get people to test out some superhero serum that turns them into captain America, but half of them failed and now are rats with PTSD in the corner of the room. I hope my brother is not one of them. It would be unfortunate to have a rat for a brother. Although it already feels like I do. If my brother is stuck as a rat for his whole life would my mom and dad will let me get a dog?