Get up for school, shouted an angry, feminine voice. She knocked on the white door. As a child no more than 12 years old with light brown skin, black, and curly hair, he yawns and rubs his small, boyish eyes. Another loud shout comes from the other side of the room; the young boy gets up and opens the door with an annoyed and sleepy face. "Come on, Malcolm; you need to get ready for your first day of school," the voice outside the door said. Malcolm, the person in question answered, "Okay, I'll be ready in 5 minutes, Mom." His mother is an attractive and petite woman with long black hair, a slim waist, and honey-colored skin. Visually, she had the appearance of a beautiful, quiet, capable, resilient, and intelligent woman looking to be in her early twenties. She had recently moved with her son, Malcolm, to Tokyo, Japan, a mandatory move from her former home in America. Having distant relatives in Japan, being the only family she could turn to in the middle of the year due to moving and getting acquainted with the new culture and etiquette of Japan, had been challenging. Her son was upset by the move, beginning to have more frequent and common dejected conversations and seemed uninterested in his love for his studies, as he used to talk about his favorite books he was reading and would always have a joyful and comfortable opinion about his new home. But she felt something had changed, catching looks of sadness and despair with Malcolm, and overall, in the first month or two, she had thought he might never go back to his former self.Then suddenly, he was back to normal, his happy, joking-like self almost instantly. She was so shocked by this and asked Malcolm what was wrong multiple times, and he responded the same as before: nothing was wrong, and he avoided the question, asking his mother not to ask him anymore. Later this same week, Malcolm began to seem more interested in his studies, as his eyes only shone as brightly as they used to when he had gotten a book from the library one day: an in-depth 12th-grade high school study and a documentary on psychology. After nagging from her son for around a week or so, she had begrudgingly bought the book, considering he was only in 6th grade and how expensive it was. She had told him that when he couldn't read it, he'd have to do extra chores to pay her back, and Malcolm accepted this, saying if he won, she'd have to buy him four more books on any subject, and the price wouldn't matter. His mother knew Malcolm wouldn't be able to read this book, so she added one condition: he had to write a report or thesis on the book, which he had never done before; his mother explained the basic idea of a thesis. As Malcolm states, he has a 25 percent chance he can beat his mother in this little game of hers to make this gamble more interesting; Malcolm suggests that an additional penalty he will suffer if he loses is that he will have to learn Japanese, something he refused to do prior. His mother, with a cocky look on her face, arms crossed, said, "Don't come crying back to me when you lose," smiling, shaking Malcolm's hand. "You are on. Remember, no takebacks," as Malcolm agreed. The same goes for you. Don't get too overconfident. The perspective changes: Malcolm is still in the past, five months before his school starts, and in the present day. Today... I have completely read this book cover to cover six times now, hmm... (Malcolm mumbles to himself), And now it's beginning to become dull. This is not to be contradicted by an assumption that this book is uninteresting after reading all the context in which the main focus and eventually conclusions concern the conception that snakes, serpents, and other similar reptilians, like sea snakes, are. Overall, I enjoyed this book's in-depth 12th-grade high school study and documentary of psychology. I have successfully memorized this book. My mother originally believed it would be impossible simply put, I rather dislike people getting to know my true intelligence. This is not due to a fear of being praised, a high ego, or a feeling of pride in my unknown intelligence; I find all these things useless and self-centered in execution. The real reason I -... His mother walks in, interrupting his thoughts. "Malcolm, how much of your book did you read until you gave up smiling, or were you not even able to read a single chapter of the thing?" Hinting at a slightly cocky tone and self-confidence, Malcolm made a face of fear, recalling what... that was today. "I thought there were still another three days," he mouthed gaping with an exacerbated look of utter denial spreading across his darkening face. His mother, standing, reels back in glee, shouting out with pure joy and satisfaction without a second thought, filling her extended hands over the cascading shadows glooming in the room around her son. Malcom responds frantically searching for proof of his reading of the book regarding snakes and other creatures that relate to the reptile "just a minute Malcolm shouts reeling to his note books scrambling in a frantic frenzy" somehow surviving the mount of books and clothes he was piled underneath Malcolm's mother balls a fist " You were supposed to clean up this room yesterday young man !! What do you have to say for yourself..... followed by a brief moment of silence "Malcolm buried beneath a pile of books" I cleaned the room I just had to finish my thesis "pulling a large notebook that had been purchased days prior " Mom what did you do fill it up with the script of the life of pie get me your real thesis we both know you didn't write all of this in one week. Malcom " if you doubt me then you can actually start to make a effort to read the thing then maybe..."hush Malcolm ? Yes what is it did I do something wrong ? "She stutters you did a fine job... No you did a amazing job Malcolm why did you show me this sooner its beautiful we need to bring this to your teacher's. Malcom replys in a confused voice ugh what do you mean internally" I didn't write anything special was it really that good sure I included math and science in it but it was the rough draft I finshed it. I hope she doesn't realize I like my school I guess I got lucky interms of my living condition Yokohama has the most amount people like me or black people.His mother calls incessantly Malcolm you here me ! Where going to schedule a exam for you I am sure your principal will agree after reading this. Malcom shutters sighs oh well I guess there's no going back here I wounder.... Now as Malcolm and his mother near to the room of his principles office on a day where school wasn't in session Malcolm came to several realization half of which I dare not tell fore the pain and cruelty in which he'd plan to inflect it is for the better it is not disclosed, in summary of the none violent and collective thoughts. He ended up working out all of the possible options in the next couple minutes neither of which where appealing, he could let his mother down in falling the exam or test he had ahead of himself or he could reveal all secrecy to his true intelligence. Ultimately he had reasoned he would make his own path independently of the out come. Malcom and his mother enter the principles office....
What is there to come for Malcolm and his future constantly rising to the expectations of others and there expectations for him A possible life of boredom away from normal school challenges and comfortable or mabye he'll carve out a path of his own