I have been deposed from my throne of The Bad Teenager of the family.
Today my little brother, seventeen years old, did something *very* unexpected. I came home from BodyCombat (yes, She was there, too) and found that someone has really tried to get me on the phone: four different people had called me. I called back to my mother, and learned that my brother had went to school as any other day, spent the day at school as a good student should and got off somewhere at noon. Everything as usual so far. But here's the twist: instead of going home he had apparently got on a bus going to the nearest train station and then he had gone to Oulu with the train; all this without notifying a single person, not even my little sister with whom he's much closer than with me. My parents had, surprisingly enough, wondered where the hell he was and eventually called the police as well as every single person he might have gone to, including me. But he had gone to some church worker who used to work for the Lutheran church of my previous home town earlier. He didn't answer his phone until my uncle, his godfather, who happens to be a police officer, called him. So now he's in Oulu with the priest’s family until further notice.
I'm just not very prone to trust my mother to tell the truth. I kept asking what the hell had happened there to make him do something like this, but she kept repeating that everything has been as usual. Bullocks! My brother is a sensible person, he wouldn't just take off like this without a bloody good reason. I mean, he's among the top of his class, and now he's going to skip two days from school! You can tell me I told you so when I finally figure out what it was that our mockery of a father did when he was drunk. I don't know yet what it was or even when, but there's got to be something. Did he hit him? He hit me, and I was a girl, dammit! Or maybe he just kept going on with that crap he always goes when he's drunk and just crossed the line some day. And now, after dwelling on that something in his mind for days my brother just had enough, and he became so fed up with it that he needed to leave like that. Something tells me he's going to continue on the same path as me and my little sister and move put from home at the age of seventeen. And I would also assume that the tradition of psychologists' involvement (or priests', similar function sometimes) also continues.
The timing, I have to say was somewhat peculiar: it's Mother's Day in two weeks. Is this some kind of a statement from him? "Fucking happy Mother's Day!"
