My Brother's Punishment

Summary: Hi, I’m Drake. I’m 14 and I have an older brother Jeff who’s 
16 and older sister Jenn, who is also 16. This is about when Jeff beat 
up some kid in his science class. This is how me and Jenn coped with my 
brothers baby punishment.

Monday 8:45 AM, Jefferson High School biology room:

(This is how he got in trouble; these came from eyewitnesses, including 
Mr. Kay)

Jeff took his seat. His teacher, Mr. Kay, began to write on the board. 
Jeff just half-listened and talked to his girlfriend June. Then Kenny 
Temmerson came into the classroom late as usual. He just slumped into 
his chair behind Jeff.

“Hey Jeff us ****bag, what’s new?” said Kenny. Jeff ignored him but he 
kicked Jeff's chair.

”Did you here me, Deff****?” Then Jeff just turned and socked him in 
the jaw. Kenny crumpled on the ground, crying. Jeff was on the Football 
and soccer team so he was pretty strong (captain of both). Mr. Kay just 
told Jeff to go the dean. The dean and vice principal phoned mom and 
dad. Then Jeff got an out-of-school suspension. Mom was extremely mad. 
Dad was worse. Jeff and dad were the same height and they just yelled 
at each other.

“He was swearing at me, come on, Dad, what would you do if some punk 
swore at you?” Jeff said, trying to defend himself.

”Well, I would just drop a bomb on his fat-” I began but Dad cut me 
off.

”Jeff, you should have just waited until after school then get him,” 
Dad said.

“Harold, don't encourage this behavior!” my mom said.

“We'll talk about your punishment tomorrow,” Dad and Mom said at the 
same time. I just stared at Jeff and he stared back at me.

“I know what you would have done there, Drake,” he said knowingly. I 
winked at him, then Jenn came in.

“Jeff, what the heck did you do to Temmerson?” Jenn asked.

“Wow, word doesn't get very far in high school, does it?” I said to 
Jenn.

“Well, little guy, we go to different schools, remember? I go to the 
all-girls school and Jeff ends up in the ‘public school,’” she said 
with sarcasm.

Tuesday, 7:00 AM, our house:

We all got ready for school. Jenn went to that all-girls school Notre 
Dame Academy, and me for the Jefferson Junior High. When I got into 
school everyone asked me about Jeff. I told my friends Andy and my 
girlfriend Ashley what happened at my house.

“Wow, your dad sounded mad,” Ashley said.

“Ya, if I did that my dad would break out the wooden spoon, if you 
catch my drift,” he said, nudging me. I just shuddered at the thought. 
When we got into our 3rd period class I slumped down. All the teachers 
knew what happened and treated me like they treat convicts in ail. They 
constantly looked at me. Then as soon as the 2:00 bell rang I bolted to 
my locker. I met up with Ashley and her friends Phoebe and her 
boyfriend Wallace. Me and Wallace are friends because we've been on the 
same soccer team for the past five years. But we walked home. Since we 
all live near each other we didn't need to say goodbye. I walked in as 
Jenn pulled in in her 1998 Toyota Camry. We both talked as we walked 
in. I opened the door and nearly fell over. Jenn just gasped and held 
me from falling over. There was a playpen with toddler toys in the 
corner where Jeff keeps his CDs. There was an enlarged high-chair in 
the kitchen. In the playpen I saw jeff in a footed sleeper that loooked 
small. This is why Jeff couldn't get up. I stared at Jenn. She stared 
back and we look at Jeff again and just broke out laughing. We laughed 
so hard I could see that Jenn started to cry. I began to stop as did 
Jenn, wiping away her tears of laughter. Jeff just sat there crying. 
Mom came over put a pacifier in Jeff’s mouth. He instantly began to 
suck.

“Drake, you’re going to have to move in with Jenn for a month,” Mom 
said.

“What!?” Said me and Jenn at the same time.

“The baby needs to have his own room. Anyway, would you want your room 
smelling like a nursery?” Mom said. I thought for a second and 
shuddered for the second time that day.

“Your stuff is already in Jenn's room. Just sort out what's yours and 
what isn't,” Mom said as she just grabbed Jeff by the hand and took him 
out of the playpen and told Jeff to follow her. Jeff just crawled 
because he couldn't stand up. Jenn just said, “How cute!” and we began 
laughing again.

That night was chaotic. Jeff threw his food like a two-year-old and 
acted like one. I asked Mom what his punishment was.

”This will teach Jeff to act his age. Since he acted like a two-year-
old he will be treated that way. He will also act his age. If he 
doesn’t, me and your father will extend his punishment,” mom explained 
to me. Dad came home from the office at around 8:30. He greeted us and 
said hi to the baby. He just sat there sucking his pacifier. Then mom 
told us to get ready for bed.

”Mom, are you crazy? It’s only 8:30. We don't got to bed normally until 
around 10,” Jenn said.

“Well, since the baby goes to bed now you should just do it now instead 
of later,” Mom said as she opened the latch on the playpen and he 
followed.

“I still can't get over how cute this looks,” Jenn said, smiling. I 
just continued to watch TV.

Friday, 2:00 PM, our house:

We came home from school for April vacation. We were greeted by the 
normal (well, to us, anyway) Jeff in the playpen just playing with the 
Playskool toys. He just said hello. That’s the sad part. The only thing 
that he can do that’s “big-kid” related is speaking.

“Well, this gets over in about 48 more hours; how do you feel?” I said 
to Jeff.

“Well, Drake, I think it will take me about 2 days to re-potty train so 
I'll be fine,” He said back to me. Then mom walked in. She grabbed me 
by the hand and pulled me aside.

”I know what happened in homeroom today, Drake,”

I gulped. “Damnit, how does she know?” I thought.

Two months later:

“Jeff, come change the baby.” Jeff came over to me picked me up and put 
me on the changing table in his ‘old' room.

”Here we go again,” Jeff said to me.