Brad+H

= Bobby =

I wonder if I'm unlucky. If it wasn't for that stupid car crash I would be just fine. But I'm not, my brother is dead. I moved to Cleaveland to spend the rest of my life here. My family came from England so that means I have a british accent. I woke up laying in bed. I hear dogs barking, I growled. I go grab some trash and throw it out the window towards the dogs. I put on my clothes and start walking to the coffee shop just accros the street. I stop at this garden at this junky lot. I see a black man and a little girl. "Go home!" I shouted as I start throwing trash at them. They start running away from the garden. "That's better." I say. I keep walking towards the coffee shop. When I arrived the whole shop cleared out expect the cashier. I go up and say " I want a black coffee." He grabs the coffee and hands it to me. I give him the cash and start heading back to my apartment. I stop at the garden again. Now there are lots of people here. I relized this is like a family. I see how this little garden brings the whole town together. I started to feel different. I run home, throw my coffee away and got in the car. I start driving to the garden shop. Soon as I get in I grabbed some green bean seeds. I love making green bean pie. I jump back into the car. I stop at the garden. Everyone backs up away from me. "It's okay." I say. I sit down and plant the green bean seeds. I never felt so happy. I wonder if I should spend the rest of my life here in Cleaveland if it makes me happy.