Brutus felt the breeze from the window blow his hair back away from his face. The morning sun beat down into the backseat of his friend Julius’s Ford Thunderbird. The fully restored car had been a gift for his 16th birthday. Brutus thought Julius had been acting a little smug since he’d gotten the car, but it was nice that Julius drove all their friends to school. Brutus and Cassius were stretched out in the backseat with their backpacks. Met usually rode in the passenger seat and their driver, Julius, usually the music loudly for their morning drive. They’d all been friends for as long as they could remember.
