okay now I realize that this story is going to get confusing but bare with me, it'll be worth it. Thanks for checking into it. I hope you enjoy. First I need to clarify that Joe, Calvin, and Derick are multiple personalities of Malcolm so they all share the same body. Therefore If any of the personalities says or does something it is perceived as Malcolm talking or doing the action.
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Malcolm is awakened by the sound of his retro clock rattling on his nightstand. "Jesus H.Christ, Malcolm turn that shit off!" Joe growls hiding under the covers. Malcolm Reaches his hand out clicking off his alarm. "Guys we have to get up I have a Forensics lab to do today," Malcolm yawns pulling the blanket off his head. They all wince as the sun shines in from the window. "You go to forensics then! I didn't sign up for that shit!" "Yea I'm with Derick, what kinda gangster goes to a class that helps the fuzz solve shit," Joe shouts pulling the cover back over Malcolm. "Come along you bums. We don't want young Malcolm to fail for the semester," Calvin tries to reason with the other two attempting to get out of bed. "I don't give a flyin' rats ass if he passes or not," joe snaps pulling the covers up to Malcolm's chin. "Well if I fail this semester that means I won't graduate. If I don't graduate that mean another year of high school," Malcolm paused for a response. "Which means you blokes have to go another year of getting up at 6:10 in the bloody morning," Calvin finished. Malcolm's eyes widen as he jumps out of bed. "Works every time," Malcolm chuckles heading toward the bathroom.
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Malcolm stares into the looking glass with both hands gripping the sides of the sink. "Ugh you always look like shit in the morning," Derick snarls.
"I'm sorry I don't fall asleep and wake up looking like a prince. Maybe if Cal didn't toss and turn so much my hair wouldn't alway look like a mess," Malcolm snaps.
"You better remember who your talking to punk before you get it," Derick growls.
"Boys boys stop acting foolish okay. Can't we just get ready for the day in peace. Who's turn is it to pick out our appear for the day?"
"It's mines cause Malcolm went yesterday," Joe answers.
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Me, Myself, I, and Rose
Teen Fiction"Not bad," Malcolm whispered modestly checking out his reflection. "Maybe Rose will notice me now," hope lingered in his voice. "Yeah notice what a pussy you looks like," Joe bellowed in laughter. Shut up Joe!" Malcolm glared into the mirror. "Oye...
