Grandma leered at Brian who was having his backpack across his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy; the hostile looks on his face spelt it. Earlier she had pacified him by leading him to the garage to make a choice of car, which henceforth would be his car. He had seen a Chevrolet and Tony and Kate struck in his head, afterwards he had uncovered a certain car which was Ford. Grandma gave him the keys and he found his way to school.

Starting school was his rebirth. He was going to ...