I watched as the plow dug a hole in the ground ready to put the coffin in. All of a sudden a plump old lady came up to me and said, "He was a nice boy."
By now you probably already know that my brother died and we were having the funeral. I never said this but I have two other brothers, Monday who is 16, and Michael who is 34. When they found out what happened, they were mad. And not just any old person, it was me they were mad at. We were back in our small Missouri town called Hawk Eye. It's pretty close to Lee's Summit and Blue Springs.
My brother Michael is a high-end car salesman in L.A. and has a wife and kids. My brother Monty, however, oh please don't get me started on him. Anyway, he lives in a English Boarding School. Why, I have no idea but as long as he puts effort into his work and gets an education I'm okay with that.
I really feel for my Mom, my Dad went missing a few years back (we still haven't found him) so now she lost a child and her husband of 30 years. But my Mom lives close to Monty so she's not very lonely.
Getting back to the subject, I was waking to my Maybach and my brother Michael approached me and said, "I hate you more than ever before."
"What?" I replied.
"It's your fault Masford is gone so I expect you to go to jail for harboring a fugitive," said Michael.
"What's wrong with you? It was an accident. Obviously you don't understand that you college dropout," I said relentlessly. Michael snarled.
And then my Mother came and said, "Boys, Boys, stop it! You used to be so close," my Mother sighed.
"I gotta go" I said. And I left.
I sat around the house just waiting.
One day I decided I'd go to the gym. I worked out for two hours and I came back home, played basketball, and walked my two rotweilers. That night I got on the internet and I saw that the Gumball Rally was going to start in L.A. this year. I figured I'd go on a last run.
I ate at Thao with my wife and we agreed to on this trip. But the problem was that I didn't have a nice car. So two months before the race I went to Michael's car dealership and bought a brand-new Rolls-Royce Drophead Convertible and it was white and clean. I had spent over $300,000 on it and I was dumb enough to go to Platinum Motorsports to get it customized. I got Gumball Rally stickers and everything.
Finally the day came. We started in L.A. and drove through miles and miles and so far I was in first. We had good times and bad times. And then we were at our last stop. Me and Mercedes were neck and neck. I stepped on the gas and our engines roared. I had won! But then all of a sudden a million cop cards and a helicopter swarmed around me.
"Oh no" I thought to myself.
By TYSON, 6-T
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