Just me ranting. Here's a place for you to express yourself. Feel free to ask me questions. Please don't down me for my thoughts. These events actually happened. I can't make this up, so enjoy :)
Please read the summary to this story. Anyways, let's discuss what just happened to me fifteen minutes ago, so at 2:30am on June 14, 2018. I'm sure you guys are thinking: What in the hell really could've happened at two something in the morning that caused you to immediately write a book about your problems on the spot?
Here's what happened:
I'm laying in my bed watching an anime called, "Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic". Great show by the way. I get a phone call, and I debate for a few seconds on whether or not I should get up and grab my phone. I spend a little while enjoying the sound of my ringtone, a song called, "To My Soul" by: Jerry Folk.
I finally decide to get up and look at the contact name.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It's my friend, Jordan. (I have multiple friends by this name, so I'll use this nickname). I answered the phone.
"Hey Last Resort. What's up?"
"Last Resort?"
"You put that name in my phone, Jordan."
"This isn't Jordan.... It's who you call your Big Brother"
That would be Dylan. We've been close for about two years now, and I consider him as a big brother. I already knew something was wrong, since he called me from someone else's phone.
"What's going on Dylan? Why are you calling me from Jordan's phone?"
"I don't have a phone anymore, and I'm at Jordan's house using his phone."
So here's the rundown of the whole 90 minute conversation: Dylan got kicked out of his house. He's 18, just graduated from our school one month ago. Doesn't have a working car, and he just paid for him and his family to live in a house less than two weeks ago, yet his mother kicked him out for being too dependent on his mom and grandmother to take care of him.
You're probably thinking: I know there's more to it than that. Someone wouldn't just be kicked out of their house for no reason. He probably did something wrong.
Just a fun fact: You're wrong.
Dylan was always forced to do things for his family even though he's the youngest child, and the only one that was in high school this past year. His siblings: one sister (Frieda), and two brothers (Danielle and Mervin), always used him to give them rides in his car. He was someone who wouldn't ever depend on others, because he didn't want to feel like a burden. I understand that, because I feel the same way, but his siblings were into partying, doing drugs, sitting around the house doing nothing for anybody, and their mom never said anything. He would come to school late constantly, miss many hours of the day, and even be absent numerous times, because his mom needed him to take her shopping or get her to work. I know it's true, because I've been around multiple times when she's done things like this, and I've told him for two years that he needs to focus more on himself, and stop letting these people use him.
