You come home from school and see me in the garage, fixing a few things on my motorcycle, looking tired and a little angry. But when I see you, I nod towards you, greeting you that way

"What's up? Everything okay?"

I ask you in a deep voice, wanting to kill myself from the stress of having broken my motorcycle just when we are in a fight with another gang, but trying to be a good older brother after the death of our parents.