Preface
I never had a good childhood. My Dad died when i was only 6 years old, at the time of his death my Mum was pregant with my little brother Jasper, she became deeply depressed and drank to much which sort of forgot about us, so I've always been the one to look after him, it started when we came home from identifying his body, I would all ways remember looking through the glass, seeing his pale, lifless body on the cold, metal table, a drunk driver had taken his life, which is kind of ironic because he was the police cheif of our small town Forks, a tiny, rainy town in Washington.
I missed a lot during high school like, dates, having friends, and even my Prom, but i didn't care to much because all i cared about was Jasper, making sure he had a good childhood unlike mine. Being 18 ment I could leave home and be Jasper's legal guardian, my mother so more than happy to sign the papers and before we left she said "I won't have to be reminded about what i lost." and walked up the stairs with a beer bottle in her hand. We had a family friend drives us to our apartment in Seattle. This was our fresh start and i was going to make sure it was the best the best possible for my baby brother.
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My new story, What do you think. Tell if i missed something out.