When we were kids,my younger brother,Henry and i attended the same school together up until 7th grade. We weren't the best of friends due to sibling rivalry but we coped and stood up for each other when confronted by bullies from other classes. Looking back, my brother developed a rebellious attitude when we were quite young. I remember vividly this particular incident when my brother was harshly reprimanded in front of my mum by the school head for abusing his class teacher and he was barely out of 4th grade! By the time he was in 7th grade, my brother had started substance abuse due to the bad company he kept and neither i nor my mum could convince him to quit despite the severe beatings he got from my mum. Things got worse when he joined high school and i remember this one time on a sunny afternoon when i busted him inhaling a white powdery substance in the bathroom, and the most shocking thing is that he didn't even look surprised on seeing me and he casually wiped his nose clean. He became a truant and before long, he graduated into theft to sustain his devious habits because my mum had long refused to give him pocket money. The numerous sessions that he went for drug rehabilitation didn't help the situation and then the inevitable happened. Henry and his daredevil gang of friends had gone to rob a shop but they were accosted by cops. When ordered to surrender, one of his friend drew a gun a shots were fired. After the dust had settled, Henry and his three friends lay dead, their bullet riddled bodies drawing a crowd of onlookers along the busy street.