My diary

Here I am. Siting on a chair and writting about mine boring life. Maybe not that boring but sad. A year ago my older sister died. She was an beaty unlike me. She had an long brow straight hair and hazel eyes. She wasnt my sibling, she was mine uncles daughter but we geted along pretty well. How did she die? Well, lets start from the begining. She meet that popular and handsome guy in scool. She was a pretty and smart girl. A good pair they would be and i shiped them. The gmot along quite well and started dating but my uncle had to ruin every thing and forbid her to see him again. He didnt want to tell me why tough. But my sister liked the guy very much and started sneaking out at night. That was quite easy because uncle was divorced and he lived in another house and her mother is kind hearted so she didnt tell uncle. After a month, uncle finded out and she was grounded and locked in her room. I was realy mad and started arguing with uncle but that didnt do and I gived up. My sister couldnt stay in the room for long and runed away from home. Ewery one was woried and uncle started looking for her. He found her with her boyfriend and goted mad. Unfortunately, her boyfriend had an Cawasaky and they started driving away. Uncle started charing them and thats when it hapened... MIne sister and her boyfriend fell and they got seriously injured. Sister got her head broken and her brain was dead. After a week her heart died too. For her boyfriend, his alive even tought uncle beated the mind out of him. I didnt go to he funeral. I was scared to look at her open head and because my parents didnt let me. I was depresed. She died at a wery young age, she was still at midle scool!  Well, the saying that the prettiest flowers are firstly taken was right, and that was not the only flower that left me...