"Hurry up Nelson, you need to get to school. Now!" Laureny urged her son to quicken his pace so he could get to school on time.
He possessed a watch which he could read time from, but he could probably swear that time was literally being stolen from his wrist clock. It would only take a phase of the morning confusion for moments to vanish into the place thin air kept all that disappeared from their owners' possession.
"I am almost done mama."
Enter fourteen year old Nelson, a Segandan teen with dreams to conquer the world. If only he could catch up to its fast tempo. He rushed into the kitchen with his tie undone and part of his blazer collar vertical. His mother noticed and came to him. He was in a hurry to get to the breakfast table, but she would rather have him looking neat and hungry than a laughing stock yet stomach full. After all, beauty was his main selling point.
