Life: Part 1
My brother had an unbelievably large argument with my parents early this morning. Mother and I left shortly after father kicked him out of the house to go to Dorking, meeting family outside Grandpa's old church and sitting reminiscing on the bench dedicated to him in the church grounds. We left the church and drove up Box Hill, a very well renowned place of beauty in the countryside. It was Grandpa's favourite place, we sort of had a picnic and his ashes were scattered. Meanwhile, back at home, Father had called the police and James was arrested for criminal damage against father's company car. Mother and I got back to our house at about 4:30 pm, there were phonecalls made and short discussions about destroying or removing any evidence (if any) in my room, just incase police came and searched James after he fails a drug test. I proceeded to go and steal a strong joint's worth of the evidence left in my brother's room, leaving enough to prosecute. I offered mother the opportunity to help me destroy evidence, she declined. I had just finished my stolen joint and come inside when I see mother on the phone to my father's mother, known as Nana. When she hung up, she was so visually distraught I immediately asked who and what was that.. She informs me it was Nana telling her that's all her fault and she should have kept her mouth shut. I promptly returned the call and spoke out against Nana, who was always the loving caring grandmother. I told her that I'll always love her, simply because she's my grandmother. I then asked her how she dare say anything of the sort to my mother, and declined to repeat anything that had been said when Nana jumped to her own defense. I then hung up. I came upstairs, started writing this and James came in. My bedroom door is wide open, which almost never happens, and not a word from him.
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