My brother and I could not be two more different people. James the star student, popular, captain of the football team.
Me? I preferred my own company, never was into sports, school was a waste of time.
He wanted to make me puke when I thought about it. Mum and Dad loved him so much and just looked at me with disappointment. They knew that I wouldn’t amount to much.
It seemed so fitting when Dad found a bag of weed that was hidden in the store cupboard. The look on their face when they sat me down. It was as if they had been proved right.
I haven’t seen my brother since I got kicked out of the family home.
As I walked out of the house for the last time, I remember the last thing James said to me. “Thanks for that, can I have my weed back?”