By Jeremy Wilson
I was two years old when my brother, Jonathan Wilson came to life, and what did I know about that? After all, he was only a baby.
In the first years of his life, he was nice to me would come on my knees or would even sleep with me but he was getting worse every day until he finally became like a devil, causing trouble every day like attacking me for no reason at all and when I attacked back he screamed for help and I was the one who was punished for annoying him. And I didn't find that fair at all! And it was always like that Always me getting in trouble. One day I wanted my revenge so this is what I did: I took his new football that he had got that day and threw it over the neighbour's hedge. He never saw it again but as he didn't know it was me it wasn't really a revenge.
It took a long time until it was finished finished for since my mum was working and we had to have a lady to come and look after us. She was called Santiago. She was small and fat. Jonathan and I didn't like her at all. But Jonathan seemed so terrorised by her that he didn't dare moving a thumb and sometimes wouldn't dare telling the truth. Let me give you an example: if she thought I had done something wrong (as she always did) like hitting Jonathan, she would shout at me and Jonathan wouldn't dare saying that it wasn't true. I told him to defend me but he just didn't dare and he never did. Then came the time where Santiago decided that every time she thought I had done something wrong (I am not saying that I was always right) she would tell me to go and get Frs two from my purse and give them to Jonathan. But that didn't last, every night, when he was asleep, I sneaked in his room and took the money back. They never noticed that tricky game.
Sometimes I just had enough of her, and I wanted to scream at Santiago but my mum had told me that if she left it would be my fault and I'd go in a reform school and only come back for the holidays. During that long period, just everything seemed to go wrong. My mother even had to take me to a psycologist to pull me back together and nobody believes me even today but I am sure that it was my brother's fault.
One day I was so cross with Santiago that I ran away from home. It wasn't for long only a few hours but it was enough to get her pretty frightened. She called all my friends and that is how she found me since I was at my friends house.
You would never guess that a lady so stupid could possibly exist but I wasn't dreaming. My brother was 7 � when this happened: Jonathan needed help for his homework so he called Santiago to read this: Michael and Thomas were playing football outside with a black ball.
True or false:
Michael and Anthony were playing outside.
True False
They were playing in the house.
T F
The ball was black.
T F
She didn't understand what to do! When she called me I understood straight away what to do (like anybody would have, or lets say should have). That is how annoying it is to have a brother and other people around. I am now twelve and Jonathan ten, it looks like he is growing up a little in his head. As for me I feel much better when he is nice to me.
The end
Lausanne(Switzerland)
Rochers de Nayes (Switzerland)
London eye (view on river Thames)
London (Trafalga Square)
London bus in the backround and pigeon
on my hed.
Santiago'sfunny today but I can't quite see what's changed on her!!!
