James

Phillip didn't seem too impressed with the brother I adopted for him. There isn't much that he likes, but most of what he likes I can't tolerate. Everytime he's finished with his work on the farm he's talking to his friends on facebook! Unfortunately George does this to, but he doesn't do everything Phillip does. He plays mobster games or anything that has guns in it. He also likes Car Town, and that's what he's playing when I enter his room. "What do you think of this place so far?" "It's nice," he says. His face explains it all, he's happy here. "It's not much, but I'm glad you like it here." I tell him. Then he says something I'll never forget, "Not much? You should've seen where I had to live before you adopted me." He tells me that it's a small apartment. Nice, but a little too small. I exit his room, then I go to bed. I haven't gone a week, and already my new son loves me. He is a nice kid, even though he killed two people, and got sent to jail. I would've done what he did if my parents were killed by gang members. I fall to sleep, then Phillip barges into my room, as usual. "Stop snoring!" He says, then walks away. His voice was so loud that it woke everyone in the house. I had eight workers, and half of them slept in the farm, and they got woken up. I'm surprised Phillip hasn't gotten into a fight with George yet.