Hi. My name's Hans Winter. You've probably heard of Elsa Winters, the teen that died in a car accident the day before her birthday. No? Well, she's my sister. It's been on the news for nearly two years now, my sister dead because of some stupid truck driver texting on his phone (which we all know is 100% not safe!). Well, I was there to see it all happen so I'm going to tell you a story.

I'm a year and two months older than Elsa but that never meant anything. Growing up as kids, we would play and do stuff that only boys did but Elsa never minded getting dirty or being scolded by mum because her dress was ruined. She just giggled. As we grew up, we still always had each other's back. She would be kicking the bully's butt when they hurt me and I'd be there, comforting her when some guy played with her heart (trust me, it happened a lot). Elsa and I were the best of friends and were inseperatable (I think that's how you spell it, sorry if it isn't right). She was the only one who could understand the way I talked about how to change the world to make it a better place. Talking about it to anyone else in the same way only confused them.

It was the night before Elsa's eighteenth birthday. Her and I were coming back from the beach because she wanted to go there one last time being seventeen. She was driving and I was in the front seat, making sure she did well. Then a truck, one lane over, began to drift to our lane. Elsa saw him and began to slow down, thinking he was turning to our lane but just not using his indicator. Then he stopped drifting so she sped up to the limit. We were infront of him when before you know it, he drifted again crashing into us. All I remember were sirens before it all went black. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed with a splint supporting my thumb. I had broken it but there was no permanent damage. That same night, I got out of the hospital and found my parents waiting for me. 

"Where's Elsa?" I asked.

"She suffered from a head injury and couldn't make it. I'm sorry Hans," my mum sobbed. 

That backstabed me big time. The only friend I'd ever had. Gone. The only one who could understand my ideas. Gone. My playmate. Gone. I sobbed and my parents hugged me, sobbing too. We stood there for five minutes, crying for Elsa Winters. The funeral was two months later, a day before my nineteenth birthday. The service seemed to go on forever. Finally, when it was over and she had been buried, I walked to her grave and knelt down beside it. 

"Hey sis. Sorry I couldn't save you this time. I would have but you went away too quick. I'm sorry that you never got to experience being an adult."

 I sighed.

 "Love you, Elsa".

 I put my rose on the grave, got up and left. And now, two years later, I'm an ideas man for an environmental company. Somehow, someone could understand the way I explain my ideas and I'm changing the world that we all live in today. And it's all because of a coversation Elsa and I had in the car the day she died.

"You have amazing ideas for the future enviromental wise, Hans. You should help the world with your ideas." 

The End.

Okay, now for those who would like to see the editing processes, here it is.

The original picture (no crop, no edit, no nothing. Just original)

The cropped original (only cropped, nothing else)

And then the edited version

If you can't read the writing, it says

"She was the only one who could understand me. Now she's gone."

So I used Draw Editor for my program. I splashed it all then erased it to where Elsa is. I then just used text and changed the colour to red. Thanks, Bye!