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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...

Phillip

I see my dad pull into the driveway after adopting a brother for me. I see him wearing a Cardinals jersey, and I know he likes baseball. Perhaps he even likes rugby. I continue with my work, plowing the fields after the potatoes have been picked. Then my dad calls for me. As I get towards his truck I talk to my new brother, then I'm shocked at what he says. "Hello, I'm George." It's not what he said that shocked me, it's how he said it. I have an american brother, that's bloody great, not! I then have to teach him how to plow the fields, "We've got another horse with a plow, so get...

Author's note: Before you go asking what this story has to do with Great Britain, and everything in it, this story takes place 20 miles west of London.

George

Now if you had your parents killed by gang members, how would you act? Would you try and make a run for it? Or take cover, and wait for the gangsters to take off? I might have been 14, but I owned a gun. When two gangsters drove past my Parent's car in a Dodge Viper flying past at 30 miles an hour, shooting both my parents, I pulled it out, and shot one of the tires causing the car to crash into another car. Both of the gangsters did not...