George
I have no idea what Phillip was doing last night. Don't get me wrong, but it's as if he doesn't like me, or my dad. I'm not sure if things will go like the story Old Yeller, where the main character starts liking the dog, after he ruins stuff for him. I'm not a dog, and I'm pretty sure I won't get rabies, so things will go way different when Phil starts to like me. He is like the only one, out of ten people on that farm that does not like me. As a result, dad, and a few of the workers talk to me about him. Sometimes they'll say stuff like, don't worry about him or, He's just angry about something. I guess it could be true, but I'm not sure. A few days later, Phillip was just avoiding me as much as he could. Then he pulled me off the couch. "What was that for?" I ask. He just ignores me, then watches Top Gear. Well, I found one thing that I have in common with my new brother that hates me, cars. "So, you like cars? Me to." "Oh my bloody god, SHUT UP!" he shouts. Wow, talk about anger issues. Dad then arrives, and grounds Phill (he's always calling him Phillip) for a week. "What for?!" Phil asks, "For shouting at your brother!" Then he walks away. I follow him, not knowing what to do. My dad then stops, and asks me if everything is allright. "It's fine. He'll stop eventually." I tell him. "He's done stuff like this for over ten years." said dad. "Something must be bothering him. I've done stuff like what he does when I get angry about stuff." "I guess he's mad, because of his mum dying." he said. "Can't be worse then what happened to mine." I told him. Apparently though it was. Phillip's mom was sick. She had a bad virus in her body, and when she was driving to the hospital, she died. Her car went to the left, hitting a tanker. When the two cars hit each other, an explosion occured. A much worse way to die, then having a gangster shoot you, and drive off. After our conversation about deaths, my dad said he would take me hunting. I've never shot a rifle before, but it would be interesting. Especially since it would give me a chance to bond with my dad. He adopted me, so I was going to do whatever I could for him. That's a promise I will never break.
I have no idea what Phillip was doing last night. Don't get me wrong, but it's as if he doesn't like me, or my dad. I'm not sure if things will go like the story Old Yeller, where the main character starts liking the dog, after he ruins stuff for him. I'm not a dog, and I'm pretty sure I won't get rabies, so things will go way different when Phil starts to like me. He is like the only one, out of ten people on that farm that does not like me. As a result, dad, and a few of the workers talk to me about him. Sometimes they'll say stuff like, don't worry about him or, He's just angry about something. I guess it could be true, but I'm not sure. A few days later, Phillip was just avoiding me as much as he could. Then he pulled me off the couch. "What was that for?" I ask. He just ignores me, then watches Top Gear. Well, I found one thing that I have in common with my new brother that hates me, cars. "So, you like cars? Me to." "Oh my bloody god, SHUT UP!" he shouts. Wow, talk about anger issues. Dad then arrives, and grounds Phill (he's always calling him Phillip) for a week. "What for?!" Phil asks, "For shouting at your brother!" Then he walks away. I follow him, not knowing what to do. My dad then stops, and asks me if everything is allright. "It's fine. He'll stop eventually." I tell him. "He's done stuff like this for over ten years." said dad. "Something must be bothering him. I've done stuff like what he does when I get angry about stuff." "I guess he's mad, because of his mum dying." he said. "Can't be worse then what happened to mine." I told him. Apparently though it was. Phillip's mom was sick. She had a bad virus in her body, and when she was driving to the hospital, she died. Her car went to the left, hitting a tanker. When the two cars hit each other, an explosion occured. A much worse way to die, then having a gangster shoot you, and drive off. After our conversation about deaths, my dad said he would take me hunting. I've never shot a rifle before, but it would be interesting. Especially since it would give me a chance to bond with my dad. He adopted me, so I was going to do whatever I could for him. That's a promise I will never break.
