My Life

My past isn't something I talk about often. And not for some deep, dark secret, either. That would be my brother. Steve, Scarecrow. He's always been there for me... even if my parents don't agree.

They were always getting onto him for "not taking care of me." Honestly, it was a bunch of crap. I got myself into more trouble then they (and even Steve) ever found out about.

I was a wild one... sort of. I'd push it, more like. Especially when mom and dad told me not to. I stole Steve's car once, went out and played chicken with a train on the tracks.  I still don't think that Steve knows about that.

Stupid, I was so stupid. That's why I don't like to talk about it. I'm embarrassed about it, honestly.

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