What's even the point anymore?
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"You are to go to school and straight home," Dad said for the thousandth time.
"Okay," I replied, trying not to roll my eyes.
"I mean it, Kieran," he said. "You only have a few weeks left of school, and then you'll be a senior. It's time that you start thinking about what you want to do with your future."
I wanted to take over for Uncle Mal. I wanted to talk to him about it. I wanted to beg him to give me a chance, but I couldn't. Uncle Mal has been distant these days. Always too busy for me. It's not like him, and I feel even more like I'm drowning without him.
How did my life get so fu.cked up?
"Look, Kier," Dad said as he put his hand on my shoulder. "I know that you've had a rough couple of years
