Kyle's Balls: A Fictional Narrative

Kyle walked from the back of the house to his older brother Brian. Brian swung his legs over the hammock, he rose to his feet and glanced at his watch. When Brian rose the hammock had swayed like someone on a swing. Kyle knew he had probably fallen asleep in the hammock.
“You got nothing better to do than sleep.” Kyle said with a slight smile. Brian grinned and shrugged. “I’m gonna miss this hammock.”
“Oh,” Kyle said and looked away hurt. Kyle wished his brother had said I’m gonna miss you, too.
Brian then noticed the dull brown football Kyle had in the crook of his arm. They had spent many afternoons tossing the ball back and forth and playing with their friends.
“We’ve got a half hour ‘til dinner’s ready,” Kyle said, moving to the center of the dark green, grass covered yard. …show more content…
Kyle was only fourteen, but he had a powerful arm. He would play on the high school football team this year, his brother would not be able to see it.
Kyle hurled the ball through the air like a torpedo. He had thrown hard because he had anger towards his brother for leaving him. It almost hit Brian in the face. His brother knew that Kyle’s arm was to precise for that to be an accident. Kyle had resentment beneath his cool demeanor. Brian motioned for Kyle to follow him as he moved towards the house. They reached the back porch and sat on the paint chipped, wooden top step, Kyle knowing instinctively that this is what his brother wanted to