We were laying on the floor, out of breath from running around outside. Brothers can be annoying, but you really are lucky to have them. Of course, it can be pretty tiring. We had done everything: basketball, tag, hide and seek, running so that I wouldn't be shot with a Nerf gun. I was collapsed on the floor, and, surprisingly, he was calmly laying beside me. He was for a second, anyway, before he jumped right on top of me and tried to start another wrestling match.
"Chill out! How are you not tired?" I exclaimed.
"Because beating you is easy," he laughed as he continued to "beat me up."
I rolled over to the side, and he flew off of me.
"You're crazy," he yelled.
"I believe it's called being awesome," I retaliated.
"I believe it's called being stupid," he replied without missing a beat.
"Yeah, well, you're six, so shut up," I had laughed in reply.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
