Chapter Four

When I was ten,

my dad

died

in a

motorcycle

accident.

 

I don’t think

we’ve ever

been

a

family

since

then.

 

My brother,

Karl,

has been

a

wreck

ever

since.

 

He’s five years

older than me

and has

five

times

the attitude.

 

I don’t talk

a

lot,

but he

mouths

off

every

chance

he can

get.

 

I think he’s

angry

at

the

world,

because dad died.

 

Mom says that

he’s probably

going

through

stages.

 

And I thought

I had

mood

swings.

 

They say that when

he was

little,

he was

the

sweetest

little

angel.

 

 

I wonder where

that

angel

boy

has

gone.