Malachi is doing donuts in the school parking lot in my black Pontiac Cadillac. It has a deep red velvet interior. His crew whooping and hollering as they speed through. He lights a cigarette as they fly out of the parking lot and into the street. He takes a long drag from his cigarette. Speeding through stop signs and being a general nuisance. They pull up to a gas station. Malachi barks to one of his boys to fill up his car and he heads into the gas station
he grabs a case of beer for him and his crew and a few packs of cigarettes. He leans against the counter as he waits for the cashier to tell him his total. The cashier nervously rings up each item. His black leather trench coat crinkling with his movement. He wears drainpipe jeans with numerous chains that clink. He wears black lace up platform boots which lengthens his already tall stature. He has a ripped black tshirt and wears various chain around his neck. His finger adorned with rings. His ears have many piercings. He has black eyeliner and long black hair that’s slicked back. He taps his finger on the counter. He grabs his beers and cigarettes and throws the cash on the counter turning to saunter outside. Loud music playing from the cars radio
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