Things have always been this way, my older brother Raymond makes a mess and good old Savannah is expected to swoop in and clean it up. Ever since we were born, it has practically been written in stone, my twin brother would always be my problem. He would be the trouble maker he was born to be and I would have to be the good sibling who would have to suffer the consequences alongside him. Whether I liked it or not. Having Raymond as a twin brother was basically like being born with an irresponsible forever man child I never even asked for. Take tonight for instance. I'm supposed to be in my PJs, going through flash cards for my Zoology midterm on Monday with my bestfriend. But instead, I'm cruising down the streets heading over to campus because my stupid brother and his even stupider best friend went to a frat party of their own accord and got too drunk to drive back home on their own. So guess who has to pick them up? Ding, ding, ding, Savannah is the lucky winner. "Uh
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