He sighed as he seated him self in his usual posture on the train. Today was monday. He was heading to school where he would be troubled with work and non-stop nagging of the teacher. And just like any other day he planned to lay his head on the desk and let the sun rays of light that shine through in the morning hit him making his napping position more comfortable by 10-fold as he also had be seated by the window to his advantage.

He smirked. Watching the scenery go by as he sped past different constructs and soon came to a stop.

He stepped off the "bullet" and made his way up stairs slowly. He felt the sun hit him again and let out a groan because of the raw waves of heat. He would be drenched in sweat by time he made it.

He sighed and scratched his head. 'No use griping about it here' he gave the sun a side glance and made his way towards the school. 'The evening sun will be better'

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In minutes he was at a familiar door which he opened walking into a familiar classroom. Walking slowly to his desk he took his seat in the back near the window. As he sat down he heard a yell

"Hey, watch out!" 

As the voice entered his ears his head snapped in the direction of the voice's source. He said a kid running at him with an outstretched arm, behind the kid was a girl with a worried countenance. But maybe it was fake? She smiled. It wasn't intent on harm but definitely can't be good either right?

Finally as it closed in he lay eyes on a small blue truck not even the size of his hand. He mentally rolled his eyes before he evenly swatted it away. As he expected it to go flying in another directon something completely out of the ordinary happened.

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The small truck phased through his hand, squarely hitting his face. He felt a odd sensation run through his hand, also the rest of his body. He immediately went to flexing his hand and rubbing his face but there was no pain. Only leaving him feeling as if something touched something deep inside of him. He could not shake the feeling and to add to it he felt a pull. Something was sure  to come.

Crack* khn

Everyone heard it as they snapped their vision to a crevice in the ceiling. Looking directly above he saw the blue front of a truck make its way through the ceiling. He had no time to think. His instincts, reflexes. All of it yelled it screamed at him too move but. 'Shut up no human can possibly move that friggin fast! And why the hell is a truck raining from a sky!?' Before the truck smashed into him he swiftly made his move. Grabbing the pen he never used he thrust it towards the maw of the truck. Can something of this extent even be called a last ditch effort? He doesn't know..

Just as the truck crashed into him he could hear the truck driver shout

"Are we there yet!?" And the horns went off.

Then everything went black but he swore he saw all the students sweat. 

He could only hope that driver had a long sentence.

He gave his signature sigh as everything went black.

Sigh..

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Lying in a 'rip' position he sat up and shook his head. As his eyes focused he realized there was nothing but air beneath him. 

'What?!'

He shot up and turned to look at where he lie just a moment before he heard something fall away. Huh? And not even a breath later he heard the familiar horn of a certain deadly truck honk at him from 6 o' clock he instantly paled and rounded on reflex to the familiar noise only to be get with an unfamiliar blue screen.

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