Hi, English class has been trying it's best to kill my writing, making it so run of the mill that all creativity is crushed at the very thought of it. My chapters all are coming out dry, and i can't seem to get any ideas. however, i was thinking of my own reaction to seeing my own little bro, when i was 2 and 1/2 years an only child, and i actually do remember that event. damn the fact that they grow up.
Oh and before i forget Ed doesn't own Alphonse nods... wait that came out wrong, er Ed doesn't own me... no though true it's not what i'm trying to say... er English doesn't own Ed... no better but wrong... oh yeah, no own in my English class could possibly survive with enough imagination to own Ed or Al, so as i am referring to it as MY English class i could not possibly own FMA YESSS that is right! wait... boo that is right... here is the story.
'What is this thing?' the one year old wondered as he looked into the crib.
"Edward this is your little brother, Alphonse." His mom said softly as he looked at the newborn.
'Alphonse? He it looks funny' he thought wrinkling his nose at the baby.
"Now, now you're an older brother now, you will have to look after him" Trisha said laughing at her older son's reaction.
The soft sound of her laughter woke the sleeping Alphonse and he looked blearily up at the two people with his gray eyes.
'Wonder what it feels like' Ed's young mind switched to a new topic as he watched his little sibling. He stuck his pudgy finger towards the boy.
Al saw the finger come closer and with a toothless grin and a little laugh he grabbed the finger.
Ed jerked back his hand not wishing to have his hand in the possession of this strange invader to his house, but as the soft warmth of the baby hand left his finger, and he noticed how Alphonse looked upset he regretted it. 'Maybe its not so bad' he thought as he carefully extended his finger again.
Baby Alphonse's face lit up and the two brothers held hands until Trisha took Ed over to his own crib and tucked him in.
Ed looked over at his brother's crib across the room and for some reason felt sad, he conveyed this by crying.
Al also started to cry and the brothers wouldn't be quiet until their cribs were moved so that they were closer together.
'Alphonse, I'm your big brother, and I'm gonna take care of you and mommy and daddy' Ed though at he fell asleep.
i have only one more thing to say before i beg for reviews and that you read my other stories, and be patient. that is, i have been looking at my stats and some of my stories have people who have favorites it but have not reviewed, i do not ask for much in a review a "nice" or a "cool" would do, but if you can take the time to favorite it, could you please drop a review too?
anyway with that said please review, i have enabled anonymous reviews to so no excuses. if you do not review then uh... you will be forced to endure the creativity crushing wrath of English class. also if you Flame good on ya! those flames belong to English class and my mom, Burn my little effigies Burn Muahahahahahahahah they think i'm crazy