A young teen floating in the air examining his body. "What? What happened? The last thing I remember was..." thought the teen. He begins to remember everything thing that happened earlier that day.
"Quint! Wake your ass up!!" yelled a woman. Quint wakes up and jumps out of bed. "Mom, why are you yelling?" said Quint. "Cause you're late for school again!" she yelled while kicking him across his face. Quint went flying across the room. "Is it me or did her kicks get faster?" thought Quint as he wipes his face. He stood back up and threw a punch at her. She dodged it and kicked him again, this time in the ribs. Quint dropped to his knees holding his ribs, struggling to get air back into his lungs. "Get stronger and then you could maybe lay a finger in me." said his mom, "Now get ready for school. You're late!" Quint got dressed, packed his things and headed to school.
When he arrived at school, there was someone waiting on him. "I've been waiting all morning for you to get here." said the teen. He stood at 5'7", 175 lbs with brown eyes and brown hair. While Quint stood at 5'4" 150 lbs. with white eyes and white hair. "Lucas, I'm already late for class, can we do this later?" replied Quint. "Nope, this has to happen right here, right now." answered Lucas. "Ok then," said Quint as he removed his backpack, "What's the competition this time?" "Today's competition will be easy. The first one to get to class wins." responded Lucas. The two immediately take off. They run over anyone in their path. Papers, pencils, calculators, and even people are knocked into the air creating a chaotic scene. One that only those two can create when competing against one another. Lucas ended up arriving to class first.
After school, Quint ran home. "I hate school sometimes. It's just so boring." thought Quint on his way home. Suddenly, a loud shriek can be heard in an alley. He ran as fast as he could to find the source of the shriek. Quint turned the corner and saw a man grabbing onto a woman's purse and aiming a gun at her. He sprung into action! He tackled the man! He and the man are tussled on the ground for the gun. Quint tried to take the gun away from him. But soon after, the gun fired. The two stop wrestling. The man stood up and ran away. Quint remained on the ground, not moving, not breathing. The woman screamed and called 911, but it was too late. Quint was already dead.
"Oh yeah! I died trying to help that woman! Shit! I'm too young to be dead!"