Brothers and Sisters by Lucy C

“Sometimes, I’m glad I don’t have  brothers or sisters,” said my friend Jack.  “My Mum always tells me stories of when she was younger,” I was listening to him intently, he was a very good storyteller.  “I still remember the time when she told me the story about her brother. They were playing football outside, when he kicked the ball over the fence!”

Jack’s Mum was in the next room. “I was so cross that he didn’t even get it back!” she said. “Still, he’s a lovely fella now,” “Really Mum?” said Jack. “I wish my sister was like that…”