A Long Way to War

My mother and father died in a car accident. Now, all I have left is my 18-year0old brother. Soon, he will move, so he can go to college. I will be all alone. I hope he changes his mind.

My mom and dad were on their way home from the airport(my dad was in the war and my mom was picking him up), and the light suddenly turned green. Unfortunately, my parents didn't stop fast enough. That was the last time I ever saw them.I was with them, but I was just injured, in my teeth and my heart broke that day.I was connected to my parents like peanut butter is to jelly in a PBJ sandwich. When they died, it was like the bread was eaten, and all that was left was me, the peanut butter and jelly.

My brother was looking at the different colleges, when somebody came to the door. I was scared, so I made him answer it( I was hiding behind the wall.) It was hard to see, but I saw a man that looked like he was in the army, then I heard them start to talk. The man's name was Sargent Williams. He came to force my brother into the army. That's when I came in. I wouldn't let anybody take a person from my family into the army, not even my mean old cousin. As it turns out, little girls like me have less power than older guys like him.

I was in the adoption agency, when this odd looking woman came in. her coat was pure fox fur, and her hat was from a bird. I was hoping that she hadn't come for a girl, but once again my luck turned. She wanted a young girl that has long hair. That narrowed it down to me and two other girls. The lady took all three of us, one for each of her friends probably. Working for her was not fun. The reason she wanted girls with long hair, was so she could do out hair in a hideous due every morning. Then, we would have to buy her groceries, make dinner, and do the dishes. I had never done so much work in one day of my life.

Two months had passed, and I heard my brother was coming home, but who I saw wasn't my brother. He had turned into a major military man. He was almost the exact opposite as he used to be. He didn't call me Penny anymore. Instead, he called me by my real name, Penelope (which I hated very much.)

The night he left, I snuck out to the airport. If they turned my brother into that thing, I would have to figure out what was going on. Luckily, there was one last plane going to Vietnam for the day. Then, came the scene. We almost made it, when all of the suddden, attackers started bombing us. We were told to stay calm, but it was too hard.Then they took us to the nearest landing space, but it was getting too late. People were nearly dead, and I think I broke my leg.The only way to tell was land, then go to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital, and they asked to tell us the people in our family. I told them my brother was a soldier and they went to tell the headquarters or something. I couldn't tell, becuase I was busy with the pain in my leg. All I remember after that was waking up and seeing my brother's worried face.

We didn't talk for a while. Then my brother said,"Why did you do it?" "Do what?" I replied. "Leave home and come to Vietnam," my brother said. I paused a moment, then said, "because I missed you." My brother then said that if I missed him so much, I should have told somebody, but he doesn't know what it's like. He doesn't know what it's like to live with a complete stranger. Then, I realized he did. All this time I had been living with Madame Julie, my brother was living with a roommate.

My brother went to tell the head soldier about his trouble, and he let him go home. We left home together, him with his outfit, and me with my leg cast. We were never bothered by the navy again, but we did get a few letters. No matter what, me and my brother were together for the rest of our lives. My brother went to college, but I moved with him and everything worked out.