Everyone, I am sorry about this, but for once the circumstances are out of my hand. I will be unable to log on for an unknown amount of time, and I was planning on finishing a story just for the club, but I cannot now. I will now explain why, and it is very personal. But, I do feel like my fellow writers truly are my friends, and I know you will believe me.

To start off with, a little family history. My brother is autistic, which means he has impaired mental skills, needs help at school, and generally has many bad, annoying traits. To counteract this, he takes a medicine that helps him lead a normal live, but still has the symptoms. My parents are divorced, so we have a bottle at Fathers and one at Mothers.

About two months ago or less, my father could not find the bottle at his house. We assmued they were lost, but were not worried because we had more at Moms. But then later, the plastic bag that held more pills went missing as well. At this point, we knew that someone had taken them. Of course, as the teenager of the house, the blmae started with me. Both parents, my stepmom, and my mom's boyfriend all talked to me, saying they hoped I did not take them and could not see me doing it. I told them the truth, that I did not do it. There were four other suspects, my dad, his wife, my brother-14, or my sister-8. All unlikely, I understood I was the most suspect, but it was not me. To comply with me mothers wishes, I gave them a urince sample so they could check for the drug, and invited them to search my room. The test was negative, and they found nothing.

But then, everything was fine for a while. But, because the pills were a controlled substance, we could not get more from insurance for cheap. So we had to pay $140 for 30 pills. He needed these pills to last the month until insurance would pay for them again. I went to my moms for the weekend with her half of the pills, then on Sunday went back to my dads. On Tuesday when I got out of the shower for school, (no school on Monday), my dad came into my room, threw the bottle on my bed, and said half the pills were missing, and they went missing bewtween when I got home with my brother and righ then. Once again I explained that I did not take them. I have too many reasons not too and none to do so. First off, I love my brother, and know he needs his medicine. I often ask him if he has taken it if I am worried. Secondly, my stepmom accidentally took one once, and described the feeling as horrible. Third, I hate all drugs and alcohol. I have been rying to get my mom to stop smoking for years, and know I never will do anything like that. Fourth, I was not taking them to sell them, I had tons of money, and recently bought about $80 of anime before the third time the pills were stolen. Lastly, I was going to college, so school was wrapping up, everything was easy, and I was going to live my life. I was not going to mess that up with drugs, and had no stress drugs would alleviate.

Wednesday after school my mom picked me up from the house an hour early to talk again. At this point, my parents did not think I took the drugs, they KNEW I did, and wanted me to tell why so they could fix it. I denied it again, and complied with her wish to have no television, video games, or computer. These three are my lifeblood, I felt if I went without them they would believe me. I also volunterred to have her check my bookback and nothing was there. She later told me pills had gone missing from her house as well. I did not know this, but if it is true and she is not just being stupid, then it is either me or my brother. Which means, it is my brother, but they KNOW it cannot be him, because he has a disability, and has friends who in NO WAY would ask him to steal his medicine for him.

Last night we had a family meeting; me and the four adults. In a circle they cried an told me how drugs ruined their lives, included how my mom once went to jail for drugs and half her family is on them. Finally breaking down after staying calm for weeks, I cried and told them it was not me. But I know they do not believe me, and still am banned from electronics - just read.

I do not know who is taking the pills. But it is not me. I wrote this to feel better and I do. Hopefully at some point we will find something out, now that they have the pills in lockboxes, and I can regain their trust. But for now, my life sucks without my electronics, and someone I know is either getting high or getting paid.