Rowan
It’s been months now and a year was almost up. I am cursing at my luck. Nothing was coming up and I am angry when I found out the reason why. Plus, whenever I tried to contact my younger brother, he won’t pick up. How am I supposed to help and confront him if he won’t let me?
As I was pacing back and forth in my apartment, my phone rang. I didn’t think too much and thought it was Chester, or probably mom. They were the only ones who would call me this late at night.
But to my surprise, it was my ghost of a brother. “Ryan Dean Green! I have been calling you for months now! Where have you been?!” he had the audacity to chuckle at me, although it sounded more like he was in pain to do so.
“I have been here and there… how are you liking that small town?” I groaned at his supposedly c
