The wind whipped around my face the tears were pouring out of my eyes. He was gone, dead. How could he! He promised me he told me he wouldn't die he said he was the best! And the best don't die! Well I guess it doesn't matter anymore I know longer have a brother no one to protect me from danger no one to comfort me when I'm scared.
I pushed my legs to move faster I need to get away from my mothers weeping, my fathers shock filled face. It seemed to come out of no where. A log. Leave it to me not to see a log. God I'm such a klutz. I tripped and fell flat on my face. I imaged his voice "have nice trip sis? See you next fall!"
"jasper," I bubbled out," jasper j-j-j-jasper!"
"JASPER! WHY DID TO HAVE TO DIE!" I screamed feeling the blackness surrounding me. My eyes fluttered closed. My name is Andrea Louise Whitlock and this is my story.
