A Brother's Struggle: New Neighbourhood and Grief

We were just moved to a new neighbourhood, in the west of Manchester. Not a god place for a teenager to grow up, my brother had to break up with his girlfriend because they couldn’t stay seeing so he was totally down. And our mum died last week so all the problems were just thrown in two his little head. He began hanging out with the bad boys in our neighbourhood, actually was it a little gang, it was his new friends from school. I could see them standing in the backyard smoking and drinking, it was not people my little brother were ment to be with, but he´s so easy to persuade. He never showed up in school instead he smoked with his new friends in the backyard, so his life were not a god one. He also started to be very introvert, he only talked when he was hungry or when he needed money. He also began listening to hard metal rock and he got an awful lot of posters with hard metal stars on, and all his clothes were so big, big sweatshirts, baggy pants, skater shoes and caps he couldn´t get enough caps, he just copied the other boys’ clothes. He totally had forgotten his old style and old interests. He used to love playing guitar, but now the only thing he loved were football, drinking and smoking, even fighting is higher than playing guitar on his what to do list. But it´s not completely his own fold, my dad had working really hard since our mum died, and he haven´t spoken to him in long time, so my brother and I have been on our self in a while now, and my brother couldn´t handle that at all. But suddenly my dad got his eyes up for the big problems my brother were going through, he started trying speaking to him, but my brother wouldn´t answer him, not at all. One day the school called my dad, they told my dad that my brother haven’t showed up in a week now, and they saw him with the wrong persons, standing on the other site playing hardcore with their small bad boy gang. My dad went seriously mad, and disappointed, he didn’t thought that the problem was so badly. My brother was really in deep shit, the other boys started buying baseball bats, and joined a big firm of Manchester United hooligans, they fought every weekend, drank a lot of beers and got in problems, and in the weekdays they just chilled out. My brother got in trouble whit the police, he was just totally uncontrollable, and my dad had giving up, it was all up to me, I had to do something, I knew his trouble, and I knew what to do, he needed a new girlfriend, and I knew who. One of my friends thought my brother was seriously hot, so I sat them up for a date and it succeeded, they were in love, she could handle him and get him down on the ground again, he was not a bad ass any more. He went to school every day, made his homework and speak with my dad, he was like in the old days, I had done my job.