• tab There was a time in my life when I had to write a stupid essay, defending a point of view. Topics were picked randomly, and guess what I got? "No time traveler has ever been met. Does this mean time traveling will never come into existence?" And of course, I had to defend that time traveling could possibly exist. And you know what I wrote?
    tab Time travelers are all around us, we just don't know because they're invisible. You know, it's funny how right you can be without even knowing. At the time, though, I didn't really believe it. I was just trying to get an A. I mean, who actually ever believed in time traveling?
    tab It seemed like a stupid question to ask. Time traveling was nothing but a science fiction legend as far as I was concerned. And as time passed, the memory of that insignificant essay began to fade away from my life. Life went on, my customs and hobbies with it. I guess I took for granted everything I had, or everything that ever happened to me. But it was all going to change...All in one day.

    tab If you were to ask me for my hobbies, I'd just narrow it down to one, and tell you straight up. Running. Running was my life. That might've of been part of the reason why I was so popular in school. Or maybe I'm just kidding myself even saying that I'm popular. Either way, you couldn't be in my school and not know how fast I run. 100 meters, 12 seconds. Flat. Had to keep telling myself that as I quickly threw on my running shoes in the car on a drive to a meet, trying to ignore my mom's constant yelling.
    tab "Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you to pack eariler? Now we're going to be late! Huh? Do you hear what I'm saying?" Eventually, I was forced to give in, retorting with rolled eyes,
    tab "Yes. You don't need to repeat yourself like that." The conversation seemed to drone on for hours, but somehow it ended up getting into a topic about how I was going to run today. I leaned in my seat, and without a second thought, said,
    tab "My race? I'm gonna win. What, do think something else?"
    tab "I think that pride comes before fall." Another eye roll couldn't be helped as I tried not to retort on my mom's tightly clung to sayings. I decided to pretend I didn't hear the words, and just stared out the window. Stared at the road signs rolling away. Stared and took for granted the life I had. The life I would soon forfeit.

    tab Whether you're confident or not, there's no helping jittering with nervousness at the starting line. Guess I had to ease my ego by looking to the right to see if I had any real competition. Before I had the chance to examine each runner carefully, a boy made eye contact with me and scowled,
    tab "You Timothy Hudson?" I nodded uneasily, unsure of where this conversation was going.
    tab "Don't get too confident, hot shot," he went on with a smile. "You're going down." There was my mom. Except with a more blunt and less prophet-like attitude.
    tab Yeah, whatever Mr.-- My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the unexpected gunshot.
    tab I cursed myself for not bracing myself, and found myself running faster than usual just to keep up for the first two seconds of the race.
    tab The finish line was moving closer to me. I found myself neck and neck with the obnoxious boy that was talking to me less than half a minute earlier. I started sprinting. Faster and faster, dashing towards the finish line without a so much as breath.
    tab I can't lose...Can't lose...Can't...
    tab And then the world just stopped. The finish line yards away, me in the lead...There was a certain win. But instead of ripping through the red ribbon, a sudden burst of pain cleaved into my side. I flew back, crashing against several players, and in moments found myself on the ground.
    tab A broken leg? Twisted? Maybe just bruised? I wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it certainly hurt...lot. You know that much when the only thing you can hear is your own screams of agony.
    tab I don't remember much of what happened next. The coach heaved me into his arms, people coaxed me all the way through, my parents cried...
    tab And a man. Amongst all the chaos, a man stood there, blank face on, hands in his suit's pockets. He turned around, and began to walk away. Away from the crowd. And before I could think too hard about the whole thing, I was unconsious.