My Brother - By Jeremy Wilson
Chapter 7
You must know that Jonathan and I were very crafty. We would get through things pretty well and wouldn't let ourselves caught for nothing. We spotted any slight strange thing which would happen in the house and be careful of are opponent in any case. That is why it was going to be hard to catch Jonathan without being noticed by anyone. Especially Jonathan. I had to get Jonathan with something he would not like and on what he wouldn't be able to defend himself on. Suddenly I had a great idea�
I was eight and Jonathan six. Next day, on the way to school, I went to buy some false red blood in a small packet. I asked one of my friends to pour some of it on a paper, and with a feather right:
Jonathan, you will die�
It was about the time for the postman to pass when I arrived home that day, without Jonathan or anyone else seeing me I put it in the letter box. One of my friends had an envelope in his bag so he gave it to me saying:
-Like that your parents won't even doubt tthat it was your idea to do this. The writing is unknown to them, and they do not have the same envelope as me. I told him it was a good idea, I stuck the paper in the envelope and then ran in the house�
I did my homework in silence waiting for the moment when my mum would go and get the post. Finally she went to get it she noticed the small envelope with know address on it. She found it strange and in the house she opened that one first. She shouted as she saw what was written on the letter. She also looked pretty scared, when my brother came down after having been called by my mother, he didn't really understand, but when we were downstairs in the playroom on are own, I said:
-What the letter says, Jonathan, is that yyou are going to die�
He didn't believe me at first but I said:
-It's true, the letter says, Jonathan you are going to die. You are doomed, I said. He suddenly got scared hearing me say that he was going to die. He busted into tears. My mum came rushing down to see what was going on. She found me sitting next to Jonathan trying to make him calm down. As I do that when I hit Jonathan, this time she didn't wait for an explanation, she picked me up and spanked me for having "kind of" "done nothing." I had maybe been punished but Jonathan was terrorised of "being killed�"
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