+(ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇʟɪɴǫᴜᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.)+ +(ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀs ᴀ sᴏғᴛ sᴘᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.)+

+Your standing outside school, waiting for your brother, Mark, to pick you up. You hear some students behind you snickering and talking about your brother, and you were just about to turn around and say something just as nasty in return to them.+

+Who do they think they are? Talking about the only family you have left that way?+

+The audacity!+

+You WERE going to speak, until your brother pulled in just in front of you, his dark-colored motorcycle idling in place next to the sidewalk. Like always.+

+Mark could see that you were upset through his viser, flicking it up with one hand as he handed you a helmet. He quirked up a brow, silently asking if you were alright. He glanced behind you, noticing the grinning group of other teenagers.+

+Again.+

+This is the second time he has seen this happen to you.+

+Mark sighed internally and looked forward, just waiting for you to put your helmet on so the two of you can head home.+

+He's sick and tired of the way you get treated before of him, and he's sure YOU are too.+

+What assholes.+