You and Your Brother(9/16 revision)

Right after dinner, you and your brother went outside to play. You were an exuberant third grader, and your brother was a big-sized fifth grader. You surreptitiously picked up a large wooden stick which was as long as your height and then lunged towards your brother with your devastating weapon. 

However, your vigilant brother adroitly evaded your attack and pushed you with vehemence. You lost balance, and fell down to the ground. You got a scratch on your leg. You moaned. To make sure that he won, your merciless brother kept on kicking you. However, at that humiliating moment, you, shouting like a beast, grabbed his right leg and then pulled it. Your brother plummeted on the ground like an enervated tyrannosaur. You kicked his right arm as hard as you can. Your brother moaned. However, unlike your brother, you couldn't kick him too many times. You seemed afraid. You seemed aware of what’s going to happen after your brother stands up. 

You kept on running away, although your brother was still lying on the ground. Hiding behind the bush, you peeked through the leaves and spectated your brother’s actions. He stood up. He looked around. He, somehow, locked his eyes on the bush you were hiding behind. He ran towards your little bunker. You, with a frightened face, ran as fast as you could. Through the cars, bikes bushes, trees, you, screaming for mercy, ran and ran, striving to survive and your brother, laughing viciously, chased you like a voracious cheetah. As you were running, your pants were already “wet” before you even realized it. 

Your heart was beating like never before, your legs were fatigue, your eyesight started to enclose. Just when you stopped and looked around you, you found out that your brother was gone. You, satisfied with victory over your brother on the epic marathon, sat down and evened your hasty breath. After about five minutes, you stood back up and headed to your house. But all of a sudden, your brother popped up from the bush and then chased his exhausted prey. It was all over. He grabbed the tip of your t-shirt. To survive, you dexterously took off your t-shirt and left it in your brother’s grasp. You kept running and running, all the way to the river. Looking at the calm river and back at your irritated brother, you dived into the river without a hesitation. You were really bad at swimming, having hard time to even keep your head above the water. Your brother was looking at you with a grimace. Just when you were teasing your brother for being a sissy, you got a cramp on your leg and you fell deep into the river screaming “Cramp!” 

Your frightened brother, who had hesitated to dive in when you were teasing, dived into the river immediately and grasped your arm. You were screaming even inside the water, because of pain from both lack of oxygen and cramp. When your brother dived in and caught your arm, you stared at your savior and then fainted. 

After a few hours, you woke up on your bed. Your leg still ached, and your breath was uneven. Beside you, your brother had been sleeping, sitting on a chair. Your brother said, “Feelin’ OK bro?” Your brother only said one sentence, but you cried, hugging your brother saying, “Thanks.” 

From that day, you knew that your brother was someone you could always trust on. Also, actions that are inspired by true love and friendship are what it takes to make people touched and to make people trust you.

credits to Sung Yoo Sun for correcting my grammatical errors