Malcom

It was summer, you had finally graduated and stepped into the real world. Your class was throwing a party to celebrate. There were a lot of people there you didn’t like but your brother said you should go. It was almost time and your brother was supposed to be driving you there but something came up. He still wanted you to go so he called his friend Malcom…the friend of his that used to yank your hair, and drag you around, and he even stole your laptop charger a while back. You waited for a bit before he finally arrived on a motorcycle, ready to take you to your destination.