Chapitre 1: (Shooting Stars.)
Chapter one:
The bell rang, signaling the end of lessons.
"Right. Your homework for today is to go over your notes from today's lesson, and answer the questions on page 47 of your textbooks. Anyone who doesn't hand in the homework on Monday, will have detention with Mr. Grimshaw, and God knows his detentions are like torture." My history teacher Mr. Wilson, told us as we put our stuff in our bags. I then rushed out the room, and ran down the stairs to the PE changing rooms. I was part of the school football (soccer if you're nasty Imao) team, and today we had training. I hung my bag on my usual peg, and took my jumper off.
"Alright, twiggy." The school bully, Thomas, taunted whilst slapping my back. He got away with everything, because his dad was the head of the PE department.
"You know, Jones, it really wouldn't be that hard for me not to show up on Sunday." I said. He then pinned me against the wall.
"You will show up. The game is very important. My father says there'll be scouts there." He said, trying to impress his goons. I pushed him off, and he smirked at me before going to get changed. Mr. Jones then walked in.
"Today we will be practicing free kicks, and penalties." He looked at me. "Travis this will be a good practice for you."
The moon was slowly rising, and the sky had a periwinkle hue. I was walking home, along the canal, kicking some stones in the water. I then looked up the hill where I lived, and saw a shooting star fly across the sky. It looked like it landed in the field by the abandoned factories, which was just off the canal. I walked over to them, and pulled the fence aside. I then walked through the fence, and saw a crater in the floor with a pillar of light smoke coming out of it. There was no one around, so I went over to it and investigated it. There was nothing in the crater except a small rock. I went to pick it up, but it sent a shock through my body, causing me to collapse onto my knees. I felt everything around me slow down, then return to it's normal speed. My heart rate had increased drastically. I then stood up and walked the rest of the distance home. I lived on a steep hill, and my legs would be really hurting after walking up it, but now they didn't.
"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted, and headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the fridge. As I opened the fridge, my mom's cheesecake fell off the top shelf. I watched as it started to fall to the floor, but it was in slow motion, which confused me. I caught the cake with my free hand, and stood still, extremely confused.
"Are you eating my cheesecake? You know that's for tonight." My mom joked. I slowly turned around to face her.
"No. I actually stopped it from going splat! On the floor." I said.
"Right, well close the fridge. We don't want to waste any of the electricity." My mom said. I put the cheesecake in the fridge, closed it, and went to my room.
(The next morning.)
I sat at the dinner table, and wrote a note to my mom.
(If you wake up before I'm back, I've gone running. I don't know why, but I feel a sudden urge to start running.)
I then left, and made my way to the running track at school. I climbed the fence, and set my bag down by the seating area. I took a stopwatch out of my bag, and walked to the starting line. I started the stopwatch, and threw it down as I started running. Much to my surprise, my first lap had been faster than I expected.
"49 seconds, huh? I've never been that fast." I reset the stopwatch, and started my second lap. This time, I felt myself running faster. 46 seconds. I did a third and final lap.
"On your marks. Get set. Go!" I said to myself, before running. I had reached the 150 metre mark when I felt myself slowing down. I continued running, and before I knew it, I had completed 2 laps. I then looked down at the stopwatch.
"What the hell. 27 seconds." I reset the stopwatch, and ran another test lap. This time, everything slowed down instantly. 3 seconds later, I had completed the lap.
"So, I have super reactions, and can run faster than sound?" I picked my bag up, and walked home. I threw my bag on the couch, and left again. I then tied my shoes tight and started running around the city. I was running faster than sound, testing my limits. I seemed like the more I ran, it took less time to reach super speed. Does this mean I'll never be able to run normally again? I thought to myself as I dodged some traffic. I ran through a tunnel, and the sound of me zipping through it echoed loudly bringing me to a halt.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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