Some sort of Story I really Don't Know

[poltergeist]

Started writing this short story thing and i'm a quarter done with chapter one. Mild cursing but here it is. This is written in first person perspective.

(Still woking on it)Chapter One: I wonder..

I sat on my bed and wonder. Wonder about myself and what life really is. I stop and sit up rubbing my sore neck. Just the other day I had been helping my father with our farm in the country. My family wasn't rich nor poor though I wish I still had my mother. She had passed away when I was five. SInce then I had been living his my father helping him with his farm. Its not a large farm but we earn money from selling milk and eggs. I have my own horse on the farm. His name is Jasper. Father lets me take for him a long ride whenI visit. Though, I don't see my father much. I don't see my father often and usually have to stay here in the city with the house keeper or my grandparents and Twin brother, Ned. By the way, i'm Keith. I'm 16 years old and go to a high school not far from my house,

I look outside my window and sigh. Life in the city isn't the same as the country. There aren't birds to chirp in the morning. Instead they are replaced with loud cars. There aren't any flowers growing here. We have plastic ones in the house. Sometimes I wonder, why I can't stay with my father in the country. Though he had explained to me countless times before I still do not understand. I mean. I could help him earn money by milking the cows and shearing the sheep for their wool. I lay back on my bed and begin to wonder again. I pick out the remains of straw from my rusty brown hair. The memories it brings. I would jump into the hay stacks and my mother would watch and laugh. I stop then I close my eyes and start to doze off.

I wake up soaking wet. A bucket by my bed and a snickering brother in the hall. "That ass!" I growl as a shake some of the water off my hair. Then I change into dry clothes, cursing under my breath. It ticks me off when Ned keeps pullings tricks on me. Though I always want to, I can never get him back for anything. I feel as though as I am weak. Weaker than him. Then I get an idea. I grab the bucket and fill it with cold water. I then open the door to his room a tiny bit and place the bucket on top. Then I go back into my room and wait.


YEah so I would love for you to rate it ^^ And yes I know there may be a gramatical mistake or I miss a word here and there ^^

[poltergeist]

Up! ^^

[poltergeist]

Bump

[poltergeist]

Up