My dad had told it to my brother many times, but he wouldn’t listen to dad. I heard all there fights and all there shouts. I couldn’t stand it longer. I had to do something.
My brother’s problem was that he was stealing from shops, people and in the school to pay for the drugs that he was taking, but worst of all he was a Manchester United fan. I thought it was stupid to take all those drugs, and especially because he couldn’t pay for it without stealing. If he could pay for it himself would it not be that bad. But anyway it was bad to take drugs! I knew how I could help, and now it should be, before he was getting deeper into crime and drugs. It was his friends who had showed him drugs and taught him how to steal from people without getting noticed. I couldn’t believe he could do it and not get bad conscience. If it was me I would feel bad about myself, but he was different.
Today was the day to help him. I stood early up, before him so I could get ready. A shower, get clothes on and breakfast were the things I had to do. I went up to my brother’s room. I was searching for drugs, money and stuff that not were his. There were a lot of items that doesn’t belong to him, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I knew he was stealing and all that shit, but this was just unbelievable. He had like five iphones, ten iPod shuffle, eight thousand Danish crowns and about a kilo hash. That was enough. I took all the money, drugs and items downstairs, and I threw the drugs in the dustbin, hide the items and kept the money for myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept the money? But I could really use some money, and it thought it was better to keep them, than to throw them out.
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