I had my English exam today, and I wrote this story, so I just wanted you to read it, please give your honest opinions! (The bold line was already given, we had to write ahead of it)

I'd always wanted to be brave like my brother Simon. He wasn't afraid of anything. I remember once, when he was younger, he jumped in front of a little girl to save her from a dog about to bite her. He also used to defend other children from bullies and even got beaten by them. He had always been brave and a little reckless too. Simon had wanted to be in the Army when he grew up. But that dream wasn't fulfilled. One day, me and Simon were coming home after buying groceries. We were joking and laughing when I saw the colour drain from his face. He dropped the bags he was carrying and ran to the zebra crossing. There, in the middle of the road, was a baby fast asleep in his pram. A car was coming at a fast speed, right towards the baby. He ran to the centre and gently but swiftly pushed the pram towards the footpath, where I was standing. But I was paralysed. I shouted "Run, Simon!", but it was too late. I screamed as the car hit my 12 year old brother. I whipped out my cellphone and called an ambulance, tears streaming down my face. The ambulance arrived soon and took him to the nearest hospital. But he remained no more.

It could have been so much better if I had some more time. And I forgot to write a title🤦🏻‍♀️ Sorry for posting this! Byeee!