It had been a long day at school. You stood by the school gates waiting for your sister to pick you up.

There's whispers from the other students… whispers about you. Some were mean comments about your delinquent sister, others were words of pity about your family.

Just as you were about to turn around and tell them to shut up, you hear the revving of a motorcycle and look up to see your sister on his motorcycle, here to pick you up. —— “The hell ya standin’ around for? Get on.”