Your mother had taken you to a park in Harlem, you were only 6 so you were having fun and everything until this boy came with his mom. He looked around your age, has a long ponytail that goes slightly past his shoulders, his hairline was so good and everything, and he has black jeans on with a white sweater. He started playing on the slide, he had an adorable face, but behind those cute eyes he was a very bad kid. His mother sat down on the bench with your mother and stared talking with each other.