Why I Didn 't Me About The Time When I Killed My Baby Brother

1449 Words Sep 25th, 2016 6 Pages
I want to tell you about the time when I killed my baby brother. Well that’s being a little dramatic, I didn’t actually kill him, I just sold him to the Magic Man. I never liked my little brother, Johnny, I was thirteen when he was born and I didn’t see why my parents needed another kid. Since the day he was born they completely ignored me and I was always left to be by myself. School was my escape; I could be with my friends there. My friend Lucy was always kind of weird. Her long, raven black hair was always knotted and looked like a rat nest. She wore glasses that made her look like an eighty-year-old woman, they took over most of her face with their thick hot pink plastic frame. Lucy always wore clothes that her mom made her so they looked like potato sacks. Despite her appearance, Lucy was always a great friend. One day while we were waiting for the bus I was complaining about Johnny to Lucy. She got all excited and started telling me about the Magic Man. From that day on my life was never the same, I should of never let Lucy convince me to talk to the Magic Man.
The rest of the day was spent thinking about the Magic Man. Could he really solve all my problems? I really hoped so. School dragged on and so did the rest of the day, I couldn’t wait to go home and go to bed that night. As I was getting ready for bed, I was reciting the words Lucy told me. I got out a piece of paper and a pencil and began to write. “Please take my brother Jonny and let me be an only child…

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