Jim didn't stop. He looked a bit nervous, and shouted to me, "I'm trying to stop two boys from fighting."

I am sixteen years old. I have a younger brother. My brother's name is Jim. Jim is a handsome boy and sometimes very humorous. He makes me laugh a lot, and I love him and am proud of him.

One afternoon I was walking from my house to the store to buy some ink when I saw a small boy running along the street towards me. He was running at high speed. When he came near me, I was surprised to see it was Jim.

"They're Tom and me," answered Jim as he continued running down the street very quickly.

"Hi, Jim," I shouted to him, "why are you running like that?"

I was surprised again I laughed and said, "That's an important job for a little boy, isn't it? You don't do things like that very often Who are the two boys?"