Sweet Life.

• The following is a conversation between me and my older brother Liam. This is an accurate account.
• Liam: Hey, Sabrina.
• Me: Hey, Liam! What's going on.
• Liam: Meh, nothing much. Just got done with studying for this law exam.
• Me: Nice. How's The Bar prep going.
• Liam: Good. It's a load of work, and my professors are practically giving us a loaded gun to shot ourselves with. But I pretty confident that I got this.
• Me: Of course you've got this. Your Liam Sweet. Defense Lawyer extrondinare!
• Liam: I'm not a defense attorney, yet. Hell, I'm not even an attorney, yet.
• Me: But you will be...
• Liam: ...I will be.
• Liam: So what's going on with you?
• Me: Well, lots.
• Liam: of course.
• Me: I have journalism camp starting next week, then in two weeks, Dad enrolled me in the Ivy League prep class over in Hampton Roads.
• Liam: Yeah, that sounds like him.
• Me: I think the prep class is for three days. After, it's those college into courses that Mom decided I should take plus community service work that I decided to do.
• Liam: Your going to be busy.
• Me: Yeah...I know. The life of a Sweet, huh?
• Liam: Yep...the life of a Sweet.