It was a normal day. I was sitting in class. Clock ticking by so slowly and I had to get to her house soon. 2 minutes left, but it seem like 2 hours sitting there staring at the clock. Then the bell rang, everyone went for the door, but not I. I ran towards the window. My best friend Jhon went “There goes Runner!” Everyone looks as I jumped out the window and let out a little “heh” only Jhon heard. Mr. Mahety yelled “Eli! No!” I landed in a PK roll on top of the cafeteria which is right outside the window about 5 feet away maybe 6 feet down, maybe more. Jen yelled out the window “Go Elijah!” I think she has a crush on me. Anyways I ran across the roof and did a 360 double corkscrew off the roof and landed 1 foot in front of a person walking out of the lunch room  pk rolled again. The kid must have knew me somehow cause he yelled “Watch where your running Runner!” I laughed and kept running. I was running down the hill and pulled out my iPod and thought “I have to go 2 miles in 6 minutes, I need music.” I turned it on, put my ear buds in and turned it to the closest Angels May Cry song, Andrew’s band, and it happened to be Stronger. The words I live by are in that song. “Why give in? It’s too easy. Its not enough, and it never will. So I will go on until the end” I made that up, Andrew took it and incorporated it into a song. It made me feel good when that song was made. I bought his first album just for that song. Best 10$ I ever spent. I front-flipped over a bench that was in my way. I looked up. There was a huge wall in my way and I only had 2 minutes to get around there and go two more blocks. I took my ear buds out and said casually “Time to do what I do best” I ran towards the wall full speed, I jumped and connected my right foot with the wall, pushed down, and jumped back. I grabbed a street sign, climbed up and jumped toward the top of the big wall. I barely made it, grabbing onto the ledge with my right hand and rocked to the right. I swung myself up and grabbed the ledge with my other hand and climbed over. One minute left. I ran as fast as I could. 30 seconds left. I leaped, threw her window, landed in a PK roll, stood up, and as soon as I got up she kissed me. I smiled. She says in her cute high voice “Your 5 seconds late, baby” I giggled and fell onto the bed tired. She lyed next to me and cuddled me. She said “You know Cassie loves you, right?” I smiled. “I know Cassie, I know. Wanna go for a walk, baby?” She Smiled. “Of coarse! Just let me get my… I mean your hoodie!” I smiled again. She looks so cute in my furry black hoodie. She ran over with it on and grabbed my hand. Blood smeared on her hand and she felt it. “Ewww! gross! Eli go wash you hands!” I must have gotten the cut tryingto get there so fast. I walked into her bathroom and washed my hands with that new foamy soap that her mom got. It smelled like lemons and burned like hell. I came out and Cassie tackled me to the floor. “Come on slowpoke!” She said as she giggled. I got up and chased her and out the door we went. I grabbed her hand and we walked. We must have walked for hours cause by the time we got out of our own little world of idle chit chat and kisses it was getting dark. So I walked Cassie home and she gave me a goodnight kiss at her door. “I love you Elijah.” “I love you too Cassandra.”  I giggled. She hates being called by her full first name. I don’t know why, I think its beautiful. She gave me another kiss and slid inside hoping her dad wont hear her, but I heard him yelling at her as I walked away. I decided to free run home. I ran, Monkey Vaulted over her dads car and wall ran up her neighbors house and jumped house to house. Suddenly I lost my footing and fell, I landed in the middle of the sidewalk and pk rolled so I wouldn’t get hurt. I ended the roll and was in the middle of the street. I hear a car horn blare as I brushed myself off. Then I fell to the ground unconscious. Head bleeding, both legs broken, and brain injury. The driver must of called 911 because I woke up in the ambulance with a bag over my mouth with a paramedic helping me breathe. That was the first time in 8 years I cried. I arrived at the hospital on one of the beds. They put the heart monitor on me, loaded me up with morphine and IV’s. Dad came in crying. That’s the first time I’ve seen him cry in 8 years. He kneels at my bed side crying and holds my hand that wasn’t broken. He kissed my forehead. For the first time in 18 years. He kissed me. Then Mom asked me what happened. So I told her.