I wasn’t sure how to start this story at first; most stories usually just come to me as I go along. It’s kind of like playing the piano, as tu put más notes together it eventually becomes a song. So I figured I’d write what I was thinking at the time, so here it is. As an autor it’s my work and I won’t let anyone say it’s bad o pointless. Most people can be awfully critical of other peoples work, it’s not always because they are jealous o cynical people. Perhaps they just don’t understand the meaning in the story, that’s okay; the story only needs to make sense to the author. What I’m escritura now is not a work of fiction; some may say it’s rather pointless. Authors are often told that they will never be popular enough to make a living, so we get a job, who cares. We don’t usually get our first book, story, poem o song published right away; In that case we will come back siguiente year. Creativity and imagination are gifts few people possess. Authors of any kind have the special few with these gifts. We are artists in our own way. We are the people speaking the truth through paper and pens; we create dreams and pave roads for younger generations. We inspire, we mover forward. We are AMAZING. If tu are an autor be proud, you’re the one who is really going to make a difference.
"no" Kyle said. "I'm so sorry."
"What for? tu were always there for us, what else could tu have done?" James said.
"I could've been más of a brother, instead of your leader." Kyle dicho and looked at his brother.
"But then what would I have gotten angry at tu for then?" James dicho they smiled at each other.
"Take care of them.Kyle said, " Kyle croaked, "Please?" James nodded "I will." James wanted to say dont go o something, but he knew it was time. "I'll be watching you, hot-head." he said.
James looked down and didn't speak.
"I wish it were different to." Kyle told him. James hugged Kyle tightly, "Say hi to mum for me"
"I will, bye" Kyle cried on James' shoulder and he cried on Kyle's. "To let tu know, I do need you."
"Your a funny kind of brother, aren't you!?" Kyle whispered. "Goodbye." dicho James.
"Look under my bed, remember Sheila" his eyelids growing heavy. "James. tu couldn't have stopped this"
"What do I do without you?" James asked.
"Live on"
"What for? tu were always there for us, what else could tu have done?" James said.
"I could've been más of a brother, instead of your leader." Kyle dicho and looked at his brother.
"But then what would I have gotten angry at tu for then?" James dicho they smiled at each other.
"Take care of them.Kyle said, " Kyle croaked, "Please?" James nodded "I will." James wanted to say dont go o something, but he knew it was time. "I'll be watching you, hot-head." he said.
James looked down and didn't speak.
"I wish it were different to." Kyle told him. James hugged Kyle tightly, "Say hi to mum for me"
"I will, bye" Kyle cried on James' shoulder and he cried on Kyle's. "To let tu know, I do need you."
"Your a funny kind of brother, aren't you!?" Kyle whispered. "Goodbye." dicho James.
"Look under my bed, remember Sheila" his eyelids growing heavy. "James. tu couldn't have stopped this"
"What do I do without you?" James asked.
"Live on"