Young Writers Society

I wrote this while we were studying the play Blood Brothers in drama. Hopefully you'll get something of the story in what I've written. It's meant to be a character/plot study.


We began strangers,
Couldn't be any stranger:
Knowing your name and your face but not you.
Then forward in time we find we're friendly strangers,
Happy someones sprinting out in the sun.
It's all about fun;
Games that won't stop, fingers crossed.
BANG I'm down!
'Cause you're not around.
BANG BANG you had to go.
There's nothing we could do.


While we're growing taller apart from each other,
The sun's coming up and the light spills over.
Back together in a new shiny palace,
Growing seems endless but we couldn't care less.
And even when we care it's something we share.
That's what got us there,
Us loving to share
And sharing our stuff.
We couldn't share love and we couldn't share class.
Shattered glass, shards on the floor:
Friends no more.
The strangeness caught up and we knew that we didn't know us.


So much the same.
Luck didn't run in the family,
Made the pieces not fit.
We couldn't see fit to live and let live,
Not in our hearts anyway.
BANG
Blood must have mutated.
BANG
We aren't the people we stated.
Birth certificates don't bother us brothers,
Lies and fate slowly split us.
BANG
Strangers,
And stranger.
And if only we'd known.
If I'd called you brother,
Not best friend or other,
Not rival, backstabber.
What might have changed?
Would we still have stayed strange?