I tried to make the characters as realistic as possible, so the story would be easier to relate to.
On the Run
Chapter 1: How It All Began
I threw myself into my brother's arms, tears streaming down my cheeks. How could this have happened? I thought.
Skipper held me tight and sighed. "What did he do, now?" he asked calmly.
Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
My name is Bruno Anderson, but everyone calls me Private, because I used to keep to myself. I have short light brown hair that's parted in the middle and light blue eyes, as well as a British accent-despite having no British heritage that I know of. I am fourteen years old. I have an older brother, who's seventeen, named Dylan, but I call him Skipper, because he used to cut classes, every once in a while. Now, just about everyone calls him Skipper, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has black hair in a crew cut and dark blue eyes.
Our parents weren't so bad. Our mum was quite pretty. Her name was Alexandra, and she had long dark brown hair with bangs and blue eyes. She was a kindergarten teacher and would often treat Skipper and I like her students. I thought it was cute, but it annoyed my brother a good bit-not that he would tell her that. Our father's name was Hans, and he's a foreigner from Denmark, hence his Danish accent. He has black hair that's slightly spiked and bangs and amber eyes. He's a construction worker.
Everything was rather peaceful among my family, until that fateful day...
My mum was driving me and Skipper home from our karate class. It rainy and dark out, so it was a bit difficult to see the road. That worried me, but Skipper said that Mum was a great driver, and that we'd be fine. Mum was a great driver-that much was true-but we weren't fine. What came next happened so fast!
We were driving through the rain, when big truck crashed into the car! The front of the car practically squished my mum, and the glass from the windshield fell on her and cut her a lot. Some of it cut me and my brother, too, but not as badly as poor Mum. She was covered in blood and bits of car.
"M-Mum," I began shakily, "are-are you alright?"
No answer. I hugged my brother in fear, and he returned it. "Sh-she'll be alright, Private," he told, his voice wavering. He in drew in a shaky breath. "She'll be alright..."
I looked up at him, and saw tears streaming down his cheeks. Realization hit, and I started crying, too. At that moment, I discovered that Skipper wasn't trying to tell me that Mum would be alright; He was trying to tell himself.
Skipper and I spent the rest of the evening in the hospital. The doctors had put bandages on our wounds, and we were sitting together in the lobby, waiting for our father to come get us. One of the nurses came out and sat down next to us. We both knew her. Her name was Shawna Rogers. She long blond hair in a high ponytail and hazel eyes. She was a family friend.
Shawna looked at us solemnly. "Boys..." she trailed off, and I noticed tears forming in her eyes. "Your...your mother is..."
She didn't need to finish-we knew the answer right away. I plopped my face onto Skipper's shoulder as I burst into tears. Skipper embraced me. He didn't make any sounds, but I knew that he was trying to stay strong.
Shawna stood up, Dad ran in. We all looked at him, as he asked "how is she?"
I cried even harder into my brother's shoulder, and he held me tighter. I heard draw in a shaky breath and knew that he was crying, now.
"Oh no..." I heard Dad say. He where Shawna sat previously, and buried his head in his hands. "It can't be true..."
Everything went south, after the funeral...
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