Great Britain Flag

Jonathan

It's a nice day at my hunting range. I see a lot of people showing up in either jeeps or range rovers, then a green '47 Dodge pulls in. My No. 1 customer is driving that car, James. I see someone sitting next to him, it looks like his son, but he looks a little taller. "Hello James. Who's this guy?" "This is my new son that I adopted. His name is George." Then George says hello, with an american accent. He sounds like he's from California. "Where ya from mate?" I ask him. "Los Angeles. Something happened to my parents, and I had to get adopted." he responds. I can tell that he doesn't...

James

There are many things I like about George. One of them is that he is always willing to learn. I guess he's just happy because I got him out of the orphanage. That, and I'm taking him hunting. If he could murder two people, just by shooting their car's tires, and making them spin out of control he can shoot a deer with a rifle. I just have to buy more ammunition, and pick up the rifle I ordered. Halfway to the hunting range, and we get to my favorite shop. "Hello Darwin. How are you?" I say when I enter the building. "I'm good today. Is this your son you adopted?" He asks pointing towards...

George

I have no idea what Phillip was doing last night. Don't get me wrong, but it's as if he doesn't like me, or my dad. I'm not sure if things will go like the story Old Yeller, where the main character starts liking the dog, after he ruins stuff for him. I'm not a dog, and I'm pretty sure I won't get rabies, so things will go way different when Phil starts to like me. He is like the only one, out of ten people on that farm that does not like me. As a result, dad, and a few of the workers talk to me about him. Sometimes they'll say stuff like, don't worry about him or, He's just angry about...

James

Phillip didn't seem too impressed with the brother I adopted for him. There isn't much that he likes, but most of what he likes I can't tolerate. Everytime he's finished with his work on the farm he's talking to his friends on facebook! Unfortunately George does this to, but he doesn't do everything Phillip does. He plays mobster games or anything that has guns in it. He also likes Car Town, and that's what he's playing when I enter his room. "What do you think of this place so far?" "It's nice," he says. His face explains it all, he's happy here. "It's not much, but I'm glad you like...

Phillip

I see my dad pull into the driveway after adopting a brother for me. I see him wearing a Cardinals jersey, and I know he likes baseball. Perhaps he even likes rugby. I continue with my work, plowing the fields after the potatoes have been picked. Then my dad calls for me. As I get towards his truck I talk to my new brother, then I'm shocked at what he says. "Hello, I'm George." It's not what he said that shocked me, it's how he said it. I have an american brother, that's bloody great, not! I then have to teach him how to plow the fields, "We've got another horse with a plow, so get...

Author's note: Before you go asking what this story has to do with Great Britain, and everything in it, this story takes place 20 miles west of London.

George

Now if you had your parents killed by gang members, how would you act? Would you try and make a run for it? Or take cover, and wait for the gangsters to take off? I might have been 14, but I owned a gun. When two gangsters drove past my Parent's car in a Dodge Viper flying past at 30 miles an hour, shooting both my parents, I pulled it out, and shot one of the tires causing the car to crash into another car. Both of the gangsters did not...