My New Brother

When my mother told me she was getting remarried and that her new husband and her nineteen year old stepson (my step-brother) were moving in with her, I didn't care much. I lived two hours away, at college. I wouldn't have to see them.

Then, just after the wedding, I found out that I was losing my scholarship. With no money for tuition, I had no choice but to drop out of school and move back home -- where I had to share a room with my new step-brother.

It wasn't until later that I realized what a blessing that would turn out to be...

This short story is roughly 4,100 words