Tristan's Point Of View
6 Years Later
"Mooove! Comin' through!!" Arellany yelled, as he careened through the halls on his four-wheeler.
"Arellany! You're going too fast! You need to slow down, or else you'll crash!" I yelled, chasing after him.
He was an absolute handful, and a gigantic pain in the ass. Most children are shy when getting to know their surroundings, but not this kid. He was adventurous and crazy as hell, from the start.
"Arell, he told you to slow down little guy. That does not mean speed up!" Ferdinand yelled, jumping in front of the little car.
"Ah! A giant! Turn, turn, turn!" Arellany screamed happily.
"NO! That's the stairs!" I yelled, noticing the trajectory of his wheels.
"Woo! Let's gooo!"
Before we could stop him, he began to drive down the stairs at a blistering speed. I could only stare in horrified shock, as Ferdinand chased after him.
