The first semester of college...

I looked in the mirror and found myself staring at the more mature and grown-up version of myself. Or at least, that's what I think I am. Jake, on the other hand, was still a child at heart. Of course, Macie would disagree and call me immature at times, but we both knew that I was ten times more mature between me and my brother Jake.

Macie would always scold me for talking shit about Jake. She thought I still held a grudge against him for stealing ...