Michael had been kicking small rocks down the sidewalk as he walked home. If his family was with him, they might have had something to say about the scuffling of his feet as he kicked the little pebbles, but they weren't here, so he didn't give a fück. He was biting the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself, when he noticed that there was a person blocking his path, and he would have to stop kicking those little rocks. He scowled, "You're taking up a lot of the sidewalk." Michael said, frustration in his tone, "Who do you think you are?"