Talk:Kick/@comment-5670110-20121210023606

Hey guys, I know I'm in a happy mood, but I have to get this off of my chest. Okay, so don't read this if you don't like sad things. My brother was going to Prom with his girlfriend and he was gone overnight. (This was 4 years ago and I was pretty young.) My dad was worried, because he hadn't come home yet. I woke up at around 7 and the doorbell rang. I answered the door and was greeted by two policemen. They asked for my mom and dad, so I yelled for them. My dad thought my brother got arrested, but it turns out he didn't. They showed my parents my brother's high school ID with our address on it. The policemen asked if he was my dad's son. My dad said that he was and that he was worried sick about him. It turned out he was hit by a car. My father threw a chair and began crying. I was young at the time, so I did not know what was going on. All I knew was that I was never going to see my brother again for a very long time. At his funeral, I was still confused. About 100 of his friends came to the funeral and his girlfriend was bawling her eyes out and yelling, "WHY BABY?! WHY?!". I thought she was a lunatic..... AT THAT POINT OKAY?! Now, at his 4 year anniversary, I don't think any of his friends came. 100 people that loved him... POOF! After this happened, I became a sporty, boyish, threatining, girl. R.I.P brosef. Love ya! <3 Thanks for reading this! SO PUMPED FOR TOMOR... oh wait. No more Kickin' It. HoA is airing soon! You guys should watch it to get back into the fangirl mood. Okay! Bye!