I wish my brother didn't die on his birthday. It was a tradgity. I loved him so much. Why did he die coming to see us in a car crash.
His name was Roger and he was 21. He came up from New Jersey to see his sister but he died on the way.
My name is Angel and I am 12 years old and I love to draw. I drew my brother a picture for his grave but it made me to sad to even think about. But I didn't let it bother me. I went along with my life and my boy friend Jack.I got invited to a party. But I didn't go cause It reminded me to much of my brother.
So I started a new life with my foster parents I ran away. It was a happy life untill my parents found me then I was screwed.
But then they want me away to Canada to live with uncle Joe and aunt addie. They made me go fishing everyday and do the chores around the house. They would ground me if I didn't do it right.
I love them but when they get mean I kinda hate them.
