Creative Story : A Short Story

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“You’d never believe me if I told you that I cared, but it's true and I can prove it.” Johnny promised. He looked down at the sad face of his younger brother, Oliver. He had tears running down his rosy cheeks and sniffed. He didn’t reply back.

“Look, Oliver, I know it’s my fault and everything but I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Johnny continued. Oliver frowned and looked away. Johnny sighed. He was seventeen and Oliver was just eight.

Johnny was supposed to watch Oliver in his play and pick him up afterwards. Instead, he forgot about it entirely, and hung out with the girl he liked. Oliver was left to wait an hour and forty-five minutes until his brother remembered to pick him up. Johnny felt incredibly guilty and was unsure of what to do.

When Johnny was younger, he was excited for a little brother. He would finally have someone to play with. He soon found out that babies are too fragile to do anything. When Oliver was old enough to play with, Johnny was too old for it. He was a teenager now. He didn’t seem to care for Oliver and ignored him often.

Oliver would try to get his attention every now and then but eventually fell into the routine of being tuned out. Oliver was a bit saddened by it but he was always hopeful that one day his older brother would notice him. He saw the play as an opportunity for that. He was quite excited about it. But Johnny forgot about him like he always did.

“C’mon Oliver. I know you like strawberry ice cream” Johnny said. He pulled
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