About my brother

If you would like to read this story about my brother, the first thing you need to know is that he is no ordinary human. In this story, you will find many funny and lovable little tales.

My brother, Yil A. Verdeja Bellemans, born in 11th of December, 1996 is a tall boy who can make friends very easily. Now, you first have to know more about him if you want to keep on reading. His two favorite sports are basketball and baseball. When he grows up, he always tells me that he wants to be an inventor and a stunt man. Yil is also a very funny person. Especially the time a few years ago when he scared a woman to death thinking she was his mom. I found it really funny, but Yil found it really embarrassing. He is also very sensible at school, but you have no idea of what he does at home. He talks in the shower to himself! Now what do you think? It’s not just that. He says it in different voices. For example: “What are you doing here?” he says in a different voice. “I am taking a shower. What are you doing here?” then he says normally. “I don’t know,” I could hear him from the first floor, and he is in the third. Speaking of showering, you do not want to hear him sing at home. He sings so badly at his house, all the birds fly away. One time in Thailand, my nanny and I were sitting outside talking to each other. In front of us was a tree with many little chirping birds. 3 minutes later, I heard from my house a horrible song coming from my brother. Suddenly all the birds flew away. This is why I hate it when my brother sings at home. But no one knows how he really sings…
At school, he is sometimes a very different person or he is just, I don’t know… Ok I guess. In his ok times, he gets good grades, he is sensible, he behaves well in field trips, and you know what I mean (behaving in school properly). Last year he got a 7 for his French class and many high grades in his other classes. Yil’s favorite subjects are Drama, Music, Math, Science, P.E (Physical Education), French, Humanities, and last year, his favorite enrichment class was Theatre Sports. We don’t know what it is for this year yet. Yil does many other good things like when he doesn’t do his homework, he tells the teacher and prepares himself for the consequences. He is serious in art class, but when the teacher turns around, he becomes silly. If Yil hurts someone, he says sorry many times to him or her until they say it is ok (Like Me!). Now he also does crazy things in school. For Example he will act crazy… actually not crazy, really really crazy around his friends! He is really stupid at lunch and recess. He will also poke a friend called Amy on her hip.
The most lovable thing Yil thought about me was when he had a nightmare. When he told me I laughed really hard, but he found it really sad and nice. He said I was a show off so when I jumped from a forty-two-story building, I broke into six pieces. The funny part was when my brother was crying; my head just stood up and shouted “Yil! Help me!” Then he woke up and screamed while crying in his bed, “Lía, please don’t die. I love you!!!” Yil’s stupid times were in Thailand. One time, the phone rang. So of course, he took the phone. “Hello?” he said normally. No one answered. Then he turned the phone off. Then again it rang. Still no one answered. Yil was starting to get frustrated. The third time the phone rang, Yil was as mad as a bull. He got the phone and exclaimed, “OK, if this is a prank call, you guys are so dead. I’m gonna kill you if you do it again.” “Hello,” said a man on the phone. Yil was surprised. “Who is this,” he nervously said. “It’s Opa Staf.” Yil had just screamed at his grandfather from Belgium. Yil quickly got back on the phone and apologized. My grandpa said it was Ok. He just needed to talk to my mom. Then, he gave the phone to my mom. That was so hilarious for him and for me.
Yil is someone you want to have for your life. He’s reeeaaally nice to me. We have the same dreams. We do the same things together. We have lots of fun. Except when we have homework. We have lots of problems with that. Don’t count that in. all you should know is that he will have a fun life with who ever he meets.
The End

The Memories of Menor (The little one)

This is a story of a little fish that passed away on a really rainy day.

In October, we moved to Villa Riviera. My mom chose this house (D-2), because it wasn’t too small, and it wasn’t too big. Our house was the one with the cute little waterfall. This is where I met the fishes. There were 2 black fishes, two orange ones, two shiny fishes, and the little one of the pond. We named him Menor. My nanny called him that for he was the smallest in the pond and there were no other fish like him. He was also the funniest in pond and the cutest.

Menor & the Food

Everyday in the morning my nanny and I gave the fishes some fish food. The funny part about Menor there is that every time he catches one fish food, it comes right back out of his mouth. But sometimes, it stays in his mouth. One time, Menor had one fish food in his mouth, it came out, and an orange fish ate it. Also, when my nanny is giving the fishes bread, instead of Menor eating the smaller pieces of bread, he went for the giant ones. It took lots and lots of time for him to eat his food because he has a really tiny mouth. That was two of my memories.

Menor the friend:

This might sound funny, but every time I was lonely, Menor was always there for me. One time, I was really lonely. So I went outside where my nanny was reading. She was also bored. So then, we were talking together while looking at the pond and…. Out from a rock came Menor! He was so hyper. He was practically moving very fast around the other fishes. Once he came out we weren’t bored any more. We were talking about how funny he was. This is how he is a friend to me, my nanny, my family, and friends.

Menor and his family:

After Christmas, some fishes died from the cold. There were hardly any fishes left in the pond. Menor, had survived Christmas. So my nanny and I were very happy to see him alive. But then, he wasn’t as happy and hyper as he usually was. He was calmer. A few months later, he got use to being without many fishes. Something needed to be done. So a few days later, Menorsita was in the pond. Menorsita stands for (The little one (for girl).) They got married. They had some baby fishes. Well, lots of baby fishes. They were all very happy.

Menor’s death:

Weeks later after Mating, was really raining. It was on a Saturday. The pond was flooded, the garden was flooded, and the pond already went to the grass. As my brother and I were playing Wii, my brother thought he saw a little fish out of water. But I thought it was nothing.

The next day was a big and sad surprise. We saw Menorsita, alone, going from corner to corner, rock to rock, looking for Menor. A few minutes later she hid in a rock, just sitting there alone. Menor had passed away on that rainy day. I threw a flower on to the pond wishing him a good time in fish heaven. My nanny threw a pink flower for sadness that he had died.

I will never forget the memories of Menor.