Sealand's Story
The sun was shining over the sea in the early October air. Everything was right according to Sealand. He was happy that he could do all his favorite activities. He did little school work now and played on the computer that he just recently got from his jerk brother, England. He only did that when things were sucky outside. Which was recently, until today. He played with his goat, Garry on days like this.
His goat was his best friend in the whole wide world. He remember getting Garry when he just a little boy. His brother England wanted him to have his first pet. Sealand remembers the day perfectly.
He remembered England came into the living room with a box of toys in one hand.
"Sealand I got you a surprise." England had once said.
"Toys?" he remembered saying.
He remembered England sat by him on the living room floor.
"No. Guess again!" said England
"I don't know England! TELL ME!" He said with excitement
Then he heard it. The little goats cry. He remembered he grabbed the box and tearing it open. There was the little goats face right with his.
"He can kept you company when I'm gone." said England.
The goat looked at his face. He was so cute, he remembered, that he grabbed his new friend in a tight grip.
"Okay!" he said with excitement.
"What are you going to name him?" asked England
He remembered he thought long and hard about the name. He just didn't want just any other old name like Bob or Jimmy.
"Garry!"
England smiled at him and left him alone with is goat.
Those memories what haunted Sealand. Not him getting his goat, but his times with England. He loved his brother but shortly after getting Garry, England shipped off to the middle of nowhere. It was the worst day of his life.
He remembered England getting him up at the middle of the night.
"Sealand, SEALAND!" he remembered England yelling at him from his bed room.
"What brother?"
"You need to get up, we are going out for a while. Bring some clothes and Garry."
He did what he was asked. He remembered grabbing most of clothes that England had brought him. He grabbed Garry from his bed and met England at the front door.
England helped him into the car and drove to the beach. The beach was not like it was in the day time, it looked cold and non-life like. He loved the beach. Going there and spending time in the water was something he loved doing, like he was meant to be in it.
England made him get out of the car and into a small boat just off shore. He was confused and scared. What was England planning on doing to him? Dump him off somewhere and leave him for dead?
"Brother? Where are we going." He remembered asking.
"Somewhere. You will see." England had said.
He remembered looking at the ocean. How beautiful it looked with the moon shining off it. It reminded him of the city at night.
He tried to think about good thoughts. Playing with his toys at home, running around in the English air, loving his goat, Garry. It was what he wished on many kids to have. Plus, if England would had kill him that night ,he would had die a happy boy thinking about his life with his toys and his goat.
Suddenly, a gray building appeared out of the ocean. It was something he had never seen in his whole life. How could a building be in the middle of the ocean? He just remembered staring at it.
England docked the boat and helped him climb up a ladder to the deck. He remembered so many questions running through his head. Why was England being this way? He never would act this way. Never.
Both of them got on to the deck and England stopped to look out at the view. It troubled him to see his brother look so distant.
"Sealand?" said England.
"Yes, Brother?"
England did not look at him. He remembered he wanted to hug his brother. What was so hard to say to him. Where they spending the night here? Cause it was okay with him. He remembered.
"I got to leave you here. Just for a wee bit. There is so much to do here. You know." He said.
"Why Brother? I don't understand."
" You are old enough to care for your own out here. You love the water, right?"
He remembered he nodded.
"So you will be fine." He said as he turned to look at the one room.
"Your bedroom is in there. And there is a kitchen with loads of food. Lots of fish and chips. Also I brought some toys that you would like to play with. You will never get bored here. You will never get hungry." He had said with a smile.
" I still don't understand, brother. I thought….. you love me." He remembered he said with a tear in his eye.
"You know I do, Sealand. I just can't care for you anymore. I got a whole country to attend to. Now you can start yours." He said smiling.
"You are leaving me! Brother! Please…I want to go back home. I'm sorry Garry pooped on your favorite shirt and pants. I'm sorry I broke your favorite vase. I'm sorry! I just want to get out of here. Please brother, I will try to do right. " he remembered clasping with crying looking down at the stone hard floor.
He remembered his brother said nothing. He was slient and still.
"Don't you know I'm only 6 years old! I need you brother!" he remembered he cried out.
He remembered he looked up from his tears. England was half way towards the ladder. He most of not heard his brother get up. He ran to him and held his leg tight.
"Why! WHY! Brother! Please don't do this to me!"
He looked up at his brother. His brother face was a face that he never forget. A face that was so angry and so mean that he could not help but stare.
"I can't handle you anymore Sealand! You are annoying, little brat!"
He remembered suddenly let go of his brothers pant leg. He sat there as he cried. He watched his only brother lower him down to the boat. Leaving him. Alone