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This is about Shay my brother and I. Shay was 14 at the time and i was around 10. Shay has ADHD and has a lot of energy. Me on the other hand has less energy. Shay is the person that always wants to do something like wrestle, run, race, or go to the gym. I am the person that wants to sit down and watch a movie. This started before my dad got back from the army but got really bad when my dad got back. Before dad got back shay started to calm down he didn't want to play anymore or do anything. it was surprising to my mom and I. By this time I was sad because i wanted my brother back even though he did annoy me i missed him. The first time i caught him was about 2-3 weeks before my dad came home. we lived in a small apartment and my window …show more content…
When i smiled shay he gave me this looked that said DON'T TELL. At that moment i know that it was not a dream. After that i forgot about it. But after my dad got home it skyrocketed and i felt and still feel like it was my fault. We had to move because the apartment was to small. We moved to a placed called Clover Basin. Immediately my brother made a name for himself. He started hanging around people who also liked to smoke weed and that is when it got bad. my mom dad and Shay got into heated arguments all the time some days it was so bad that i was huddled in a corner crying my eyes out. Thankfully my summer camp came so i got out of the house for 1 week. When i came back we had a smaller tv that is because my brother punched a hole in or tv.
Finally, two years later after 2 years of being in and out of jail Shay got his life straight and now is has a baby on the way the age of 16. we now live in a house we are renting and Shay is his old self. we now don't get into very many arguments. but everything is back to normal. We still get into arguments but no more than a normal

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