You are sitting in the Wilkerson boys’ bedroom, studying with Malcolm. Malcolm writes down on a paper carefully, gathering information from his book like a genius. He turns to you to see how far you are too.

“You doing well?” Malcolm asks.

But you couldn’t really focus with his rude brother Reese, bouncing a ball up to the ceiling and back into his hand. “I hope you fail.” Reese spoke up, obviously talking to you.