Young Writers Society

Chapter 1: Reaccurance
Here I am, alone again I've lost my wife, my children, but I have a question. Why and how? WHy must I be blamed for this incident that I did not do. How did it happen? But this wasn't the first time I was alone. I was alone one other time. It was my childhood. The memories came back to my mind, memories, bad memories. I grew up on a farm in England somewhere, with my family. I had a mother, father, one sister, and two brothers. I did have two sisters, but one disappeared; lost, never found still to this day.
I woke up one morning. The cops were there at my family's little farm. My oldest brother Brian who was fourteen at the time had told me those cops were dangerous. They carried guns around just to shoot people for no reason, they could whip them out and shoot you perfectly between the eyes before you could blink.
My mother and father came in and told our family (Brian,Myself, Moose, and Tilly) about Leanna's so-called death. The cops found a body in our neighbor's, the Leavegoods, field. They hated us children except Brian. He was a smoother, cutting his body into everybody's mind and heart.
I knew my sister, though, and she would never go into the Leavegood's yard, she was my best friend. My parents believe the boys and girls should closser to each other rather than a brother and a sister, so we played along. We sent fake hate back and forth to each other to have approval of our parents. Still have an approval doesn't mean having a loving approval. They hated me, their favorite was Brain, the first, smartest, and handsomest son. Anyway, my sister knew about the Leavegoods, they wished revenge on us, I have no idea why, but they did they hated us just like my parents. After Leanna's disappearance Tilly, the youngest, who was only seven, became a dull, blue, depressed child. They thought it would help if they moved, so we moved to Arkansas. Still she was down, nothing we could do that would help, she was a helpless little child.
Today I have no connection with my family I lost connection with them a long time ago it would be nice to meet them again. I don't even know if my mother or father is still alive. If Tilly is still living the way she did she would have probably committed suicide by now. It would be nice to meet them again without my parent's judgment.
Now my Wife is dead, my children were taken by services, and I live in a big empty mansion of sadness.

I've wrote this once but it didn't turn out right.