I'll just take a step by step approach...
Friday:
- My PS3 broke and I can't even attempt to figure out what's wrong with it (let alone fix it) until around Christmas. Not too bad, but it's only the beginning.
- I decided to play a harmless prank on my little brother, he massively overreacted. All I did was transfer his saved data on his Xbox from his internal memory unit, to his HDD (which he never uses for some reason), I then took out the HDD and left it on the TV stand next to the 360. The way he reacted you'd think that I killed his best friend in front of him, and he only got angrier once I fixed it for him. My mom took his side and I got in trouble.
Saturday:
- I received many lectures in the morning on how it was not right of me to pull that prank on my brother, (mind you, this is the same kid who punched and broke an $800 LCD TV. He got away with it) and how I should be grounded and have my things taken away. This all happened from about 8 AM to 11 AM.
- At around 11 AM, my step dad decided to bring up the whole thing again, and this time he started yelling at me about how he was going to take away my things, which I bought with my money, sell them, and keep the money for himself. I told him he couldn't, he got up in my face and started screaming incoherently. Then he pulled my head down by my hair, to which I reacted with several punches to his face, splitting his lip and breaking a tooth. Oh, yeah. My little brother called the police too.
- After the police came and questioned everybody, my dad picked me up and took me to his house at about 11:45 AM. There was and still is talk about me being kicked out of the house to live at my dad's.
Sunday:
- I thought the weekend couldn't get any worse, especially since my whole family got together and talked about the incident, and we agreed to make sure this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Things were clearing up a bit.
- Nope. My mom was searching my room and found a glass pipe for smoking weed in my desk. I do smoke weed with friends sometimes, but I don't have a pipe. The only person I can think of who would put a glass pipe in my room, is my little brother. He's 12.
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So in addition to having a $400 piece of technology broken, being grounded for pulling a prank on my brother, beating up my step-dad, and being blamed for owning something which I didn't even know was in the house, much less my room; my mom told me that we're probably moving.
We'll be in the same town, but our house will be much smaller (our current house is already fairly small), and I won't be able to enjoy school as much, the reason being that we live right next to it; so when I'm done with my four classes, I can just walk home at 11 AM everyday. I don't have a license or a car, so I wouldn't be able to leave early if we moved where my mom is thinking of moving to.
I had my fair share of blame in a majority of these events, but I can't help but think that everybody is overreacting hugely to my actions.
I wouldn't be grounded if my little brother didn't throw a fit over a harmless prank.
I wouldn't have felt justified in beating up my step-dad if he'd just left the topic alone, and not gotten his face within an inch of mine and started screaming, and not pulled my hair to the point where I felt as if my scalp would peel off of my skull.
Merry fucking Christmas. Nothing says joy and peace like having every possible thing go wrong for 3 days straight.
Anybody have any ideas on how to keep this from making me more miserable than it already has? Please don't reply with some wise-ass reply like : "Just forget about it and move on" or "stop whining".
Friday:
- My PS3 broke and I can't even attempt to figure out what's wrong with it (let alone fix it) until around Christmas. Not too bad, but it's only the beginning.
- I decided to play a harmless prank on my little brother, he massively overreacted. All I did was transfer his saved data on his Xbox from his internal memory unit, to his HDD (which he never uses for some reason), I then took out the HDD and left it on the TV stand next to the 360. The way he reacted you'd think that I killed his best friend in front of him, and he only got angrier once I fixed it for him. My mom took his side and I got in trouble.
Saturday:
- I received many lectures in the morning on how it was not right of me to pull that prank on my brother, (mind you, this is the same kid who punched and broke an $800 LCD TV. He got away with it) and how I should be grounded and have my things taken away. This all happened from about 8 AM to 11 AM.
- At around 11 AM, my step dad decided to bring up the whole thing again, and this time he started yelling at me about how he was going to take away my things, which I bought with my money, sell them, and keep the money for himself. I told him he couldn't, he got up in my face and started screaming incoherently. Then he pulled my head down by my hair, to which I reacted with several punches to his face, splitting his lip and breaking a tooth. Oh, yeah. My little brother called the police too.
- After the police came and questioned everybody, my dad picked me up and took me to his house at about 11:45 AM. There was and still is talk about me being kicked out of the house to live at my dad's.
Sunday:
- I thought the weekend couldn't get any worse, especially since my whole family got together and talked about the incident, and we agreed to make sure this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Things were clearing up a bit.
- Nope. My mom was searching my room and found a glass pipe for smoking weed in my desk. I do smoke weed with friends sometimes, but I don't have a pipe. The only person I can think of who would put a glass pipe in my room, is my little brother. He's 12.
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So in addition to having a $400 piece of technology broken, being grounded for pulling a prank on my brother, beating up my step-dad, and being blamed for owning something which I didn't even know was in the house, much less my room; my mom told me that we're probably moving.
We'll be in the same town, but our house will be much smaller (our current house is already fairly small), and I won't be able to enjoy school as much, the reason being that we live right next to it; so when I'm done with my four classes, I can just walk home at 11 AM everyday. I don't have a license or a car, so I wouldn't be able to leave early if we moved where my mom is thinking of moving to.
I had my fair share of blame in a majority of these events, but I can't help but think that everybody is overreacting hugely to my actions.
I wouldn't be grounded if my little brother didn't throw a fit over a harmless prank.
I wouldn't have felt justified in beating up my step-dad if he'd just left the topic alone, and not gotten his face within an inch of mine and started screaming, and not pulled my hair to the point where I felt as if my scalp would peel off of my skull.
Merry fucking Christmas. Nothing says joy and peace like having every possible thing go wrong for 3 days straight.
Anybody have any ideas on how to keep this from making me more miserable than it already has? Please don't reply with some wise-ass reply like : "Just forget about it and move on" or "stop whining".