Gleams Head Start

I write a story. Here's the plot. Sorry for not exsistence plugs in the following paragraphs:

yes, there is this community and it is very perfect with many stupid laws (similar to the giver), but not as strict. Yet there is no music, no love and ect. the people in the community there are probably figure something else out there, but do not feel the need to leave. everything they need (so they think) is with them. they live on an island surrounded by the ocean a lot. one day, two brothers and sisters come from another community. they bring new things to the community as love, music and ect. (As I already said). but these things are not legal, so they must be kept secret.

I did not think of something else. comments, suggestions and ect. are greatly appreciated! Well, here's my early history:


I guess we never really thought about anywhere else. All we could ever need was right here on the island. Papaya and bananas are mature trees all morning and cotton seed planted for the sake of the farmer is the sweetest of clothes. The wild berries that grew on the trees were used to make the most vivid of all the paintings and the icy waters of the river was oh so nice to drink or bathe after a long day.
On a hot day and windy, I was riding my bike on the sidewalk to school. Although we lived very near the building, I was on the outskirts of the city and a little further than everyone else. I probably could have walked, but I liked the feel of wind in my hair and my legs as fast as the wings of a hummingbird small.
And I rode on for about 20 minutes, when suddenly I heard the speakers crackle with excitement over my head. The speakers never lit. In fact, they had only been turned on twice in my life. Twice in sixteen years. The first time they were turned on was when a member of the community left on his newly-made boat. The second time was when the body member of the community along the shore. I knew it would happen. After all, it was a tiny wooden boat. A funeral was held the next day. The community was busy with thoughts and opinions ridiculous, "Poor man," and, "He deserved it. He did something stupid, leaving the island, and it paid off. He knew that there was nothing there. "People suspected there were only a few islands other than ours. They thought they were probably the same or very similar to ours. At least that's what they thought until the light has come.
I waited patiently to hear what stakeholders have to say. It took time for them to start functioning properly after being turned on because they were not used very often. Meanwhile, the boys seemed to be my age stopped pedaling a bicycle and pushed the brakes to stop their bikes next to mine. Shone their bikes next to mine. Although all our bikes have the same look I had not had time to wash my own since I had received. Each boy receives a bright blue bike with silver paint breaks on their sixteenth birthday. Ideally, our birthdays were all within one month of each other, then we have our bikes around the same date. As the boys took off their helmets (also colored blue to match the color of the bike), I realized that I knew with the presence of my friends. After a few seconds I recognized the awkwardness that was still looking for trouble removing his helmet was actually Theodore. Finally, he managed to get the helmet from his head. He shook his long black hair that desperately needed a haircut.
"Hey, Ryan," Brendon said, her big brown eyes sparkling.
"Hey, Brendon. I answered, reluctantly. My mother had warned against Brendon Morris. She said it was a bit too adventurous, too mischievou.