I went with Eric yesterday to pick out the corsage and get his tux for prom. How ever, he forgot his wallet and we had to stop back by his house for a minute.
Gage, my 13 year old brother, seized the opportunity to take another attempt to destroy my life.
He calls mom from the bus and says "you know, they already have all the stuff for prom done, they're just hanging out alone right now." So mom calls me as soon as we pulled up to his house and is interrogating me. Of course I'm going to be nervous, what else am I going to do, I already know she's convinced I'm doing bad things. But anyways, Eric talked to my mom for me and straightened things out.
But then I get home to find my teddy bear on the bed with stab wounds from Gage's knife! HE KILLED MY TEDDY BEAR! =( I was really sad. Why do brothers have to be that way?