THE TIME WHERE MY BROTHER ALMOST BURNT THE SCHOOL DOWN

So this was when I was in Year 6. 10.

Context on my older brother- he was a rumbustious kid before graduating high school. He used to have long curly hair before it was cool.

He was the type of boy who hid that he wore glasses until high school. It was 2013, having glasses at primary school was actually that serious. And, he overall would just has a way to get away of things while in school.

It was just us for a while. We used to call ourselves the Double A Batteries. Due to our names beginning with As and us having tons of energy. But this year was different due to us going to different high schools.

 But not every time...

I used to hate playing on my mum's iPhone 7 and I see a call coming from his high school. He goes to a Boy School. Filled to brim with adolescent boys. So when those types of calls came. I just know the house was going to feel tight for a few days.

Due to my brother being the oldest of 5- at the time, my mum doesn't play around when it comes to setting an example. 

Especially out of him.

He had it all. Shaved head. Taken phones and consoles for months. Constant supervision, (my dad drove him, instead of taking the bus). 

It was endless. But he wouldn't just stop.

My brother never really acted out at home but he was the oldest of 3 little sisters. He finally had a brother that year. But I think he want a brother his own age to play with instead of watching my sisters and I dancing to Disney Just Dance. And him getting to an all boy school. He kind of had that.

Now that day was a strange time.

My mother was picking up me and my sisters from primary school. A ring came from her purse.

Once she answer... The person on the other side just kept screaming through the phone.

"Are you ____'s MUM?!"

"Yes? Why are you shouting?" My mum asked, trying to remain calm. But I can see the sudden worry on my mother's face.

 We all stood still on the middle of the street. I looked at my mother wondering why someone is shouting. She was not on speaker, but I heard every word.

"Listen Mrs (Mum's last name), I need you and your husband to come to the school. Now. To pick your son and we need to talk."

My mother ended the call shortly after.

"Mum, who was that?" Asked my littlest sister.

"No one."

The next day, my brother was quiet that day. So was my mother. Only my dad was trying to bring some normalcy in the routine. Making lunch and breakfast for us.

School was very nice. A break from the suffocating house. I was slightly dreading to go back inside.

Once we did. We went to our brother. He came early than us.

"____, what happened? Why is Mum upset?" I asked while we watched TV. I can see my little sisters not looking away the Tv but their ears are clearly in the conversation.

"Ayah, what happens when you have a lighter and deodorant spray?"

He is asking me questions? But I answered it, only thinking about the next thing he would say.

"I guess if you light the lighter and spray the deodorant in it. I suppose it causes a fire?"

My brother explained quite honestly that his friend had a lighter and in his bag he had is deodorant. Wanting a laugh, he did exactly that. Chasing them around.

Then one teacher was just walking by and... saw it.

He explained how he is now in a different school where they put troubled kids.

"Are you kicked out the school?"

"No, but I am in inclusion. The next time... I am going to get excluded."

That really stuck with me. Because we just moved and this the only school that would accept him with a late start of the year.

He probably saw my face convey that.

"It won't happen again though."

He lost a lot that 2 weeks. His phone, PS4, and my mother's trust. But he acted like he never had it in the first place. The way he found his purpose somewhere else after losing his things.

But I felt a slight shift in him. He was still that boy where teachers would have take a deep breath before seeing him.

But when those calls came in. It was... all... Positive.

"____'s has made good progress in Science."

"____'s was such a kind boy today. We are so happy to have him"

I think that helped my mother ease up to my brother. And so did us. He started to include us when we used to play. Minecraft or Lego Batman games. We used to together. The 4 of us.

But he would give all of us another heart attack next year.

Soon...

His teacher would asked my mother, if she would allow his son to go to Japan. At the age of 15.

But that's for another blog.

SHOUTOUT TO MY BIG BRO> LOVE YOU!