Subscribe   Submit Work   Log In

Breyson, Is His Name Ch.5

By Haley_Elizabeth, wallingford, VT

A few days after Violet left, my older brother called me. We hadn't spoken in months. Not because we were angry or upset at one another, but just because we were both busy. Me with college and him with whatever he was doing.

Michael was Twenty-one. Only two and a half years older than me. I had always known since Middle School what I wanted to do with my life. Michael on the other hand, had a little trouble with that.

"So I've been thinking about coming to visit you," he said once we had gone over the hellos and how are yous.

"Yeah. That'd be great. You can meet Breyson." I smiled to myself, knowing Michael would not be happy with me being alone with a boy for a whole summer.

Page 1 of 11

Share this article:

Share on Facebook   Share on Google+   Share on Twitter

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this!