Essay My Life After My Brother

1401 Words Oct 28th, 2016 6 Pages
I spent a lot of time with my older brother, Matthew. Without noticing, everything he did, I had to do and I would try and do better. I like to think we had a pretty typical sibling relationship. We would argue about everything, fight, wrestle, he and his buddies would pick on me, beat me up, just typical stuff brother stuff. Everything always went his way and for me, life was unfair. I always thought it would be the greatest thing ever when he left for college because I would be the only child, I wouldn’t get beat up and humiliated, and the entire basement would be mine.
My parents are very relaxed people as in, they don’t necessarily care if my brother and I have friends over or anything like that. As long as we aren’t how drinking or doing something to get us in deep trouble, they don’t really care what we do. With that being said, my brother would always have friends over. Being three years younger than he and his buddies, I thought they were the funniest, most amazing group of people I had ever been around.
There was a time we were downstairs watching TV and Brian, one of my brother’s friends, asked, “Do you know what the typewriter is?” I didn’t think much of it at the time. I thought he was tricking me into saying something to embarrass myself so immediately I said,” Duh I know what the typewriter is.” Brian just smiled and started walking towards me. As he got closer, I got more uncomfortable. Next thing I knew, I was laying on my back, and he was sitting on my…

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