My Brother

September, 2003

He was showing off.

"Lili, look!!" my brother, Harry, shouted to me. He had just got a new bmx and was riding it on the road.

"Please be careful!" I begged him, "there are cars coming!"

he looked around.

"is there?" he asked. but it was to late,

The car smashed into him from behind. He went flying into the air and landed face down on the concrete ground with a thud. There was a pool of Scarlet blood around his face. His chest stopped rising and his body went limp. I grinned.

A wide smile came across my face. Although Harry was my brother, I never loved him, not truly. Yes, I hugged him and smiled at him in photos, and yes, my first word was Harry, but I still never loved him. He was the more likeable person, with his blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes and great charisma. He came top in every lesson and could do a number if sports. Everybody loved Harry. I was the girl in the corner, sulking with my limp, Dishwater hair and my dull greeny-grey eyes. I was ignored.

"My goodness!!" came a voice. A red faced man in a suit climbed out if his posh red ford.

"My god what have I done?!" He knelt by Harry, checking his pulse,

"My god he's -" then he saw me.

"Is he your brother?" He asked. I nodded and felt my face go red with embarrassment.

"Call an ambulance, quick." He said, tossing his smart, iPhone 5s at me. He carried on fussing around Harry as I phoned the ambulance. They said they were on their way. I knew they'd be to late.