Trouble in our family is spelled with a capital C and has been as long as I can remember. The C stands for Charles. He’s my older brother, two years and four months older to be exact. Ever since the phone call about him last night, I’ve felt incredibly tense. And now, at this very minute, my parents are driving up to Vermont, to Charles’s boarding school, to find out if he’s actually been kicked out or if he’s just been suspended again. I.