<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kyle Carnes<br/><strong>City | Date | Time</strong>Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Someone heroic... or someone malicious.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Slice of life<br/><hr/><br/>It was the end of the first week in a brand new school year. Kyle was a junior now, and had secured an entire curriculum of AP classes, from Calculus, Studio Art, and Macroeconomics in the morning, then European History, Chinese Language and Culture, and the college-level Research class with all the seniors. Every other day it was Music Theory, Physics, and Chemistry in the morning then English Literature, Computer Science, and Latin in the afternoon. He was the only student in all of St. John's School to have had such a demanding class schedule, and it didn't bother him one bit.<br/><br/>While the other students were talking about their plans for the weekend, Kyle sat at his desk reading his homework assignments. His blue eyes scanned the page back and forth like a tennis ball being flung across a court. His lips were pursed in concentration... He was rather well put together, with short blonde hair and an immaculate adherence to the Catholic school's dress code- a dark red vest and bright red tie, a long sleeved dress shirt beneath, and black slacks. His features were boyish, even a little girly, but he had a rather serious look on his face.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he shut the textbook closed and started digging through his bookbag for another. One chapter down, now it was time for Physics. He'd just begun reading when the bell rang and all his peers started to get up and leave. He scanned the words carefully, his face just moving ever so slightly... he turned a page... and then another... and then he was done, with just a few of the other slower students still crowded at the doors trying to escape. The teacher was too busy with her own work to notice anything...<br/><br/>So Kyle closed the book rested his palm on it. It flew open in reverse of how he closed it, throwing his hand off to the side- then the pages started flipping at an impossible speed... then it closed again. A breath later, it zoomed off the table with a hazy distortion and slid unerringly right back into his bookbag. He swung his bookbag up and heaved it onto his back. In the crowded hallways, he fumbled into his pocket for his phone. He uploaded the entirety of Drunken Master II subbed onto his phone so that he could listen to it on his way back home. He wasn't a huge fan of martial arts, but it was one of the easier ones to find online...<br/><br/>A girl bumped into him and he lost it, the phone flying out of his fingers and crashing to the ground. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She said, kneeling down with him as he picked it up. It had a protector on, but... She was saying something apologetic, but Kyle forced a smile, "It's no big deal. Nothing's broken." and he left her there feeling guilty. True enough, there wasn't any damage to it... except a bit of a scuff mark on the case itself. He quirked his mouth and concentrated... holding the phone tight in his fist as it tried to escape again... but with a death grip, he kept it in place and the scuff mark disappeared like nothing had ever happened!<br/><br/>He popped his earbuds in as he climbed onto his bicycle and started peddling as fast he could. He listened to Paganini's Caprice Number 24 as he beat his legs against the pedals... He imagined the fingerings and the placement of the bow from the sound of the notes alone, softly admiring Paganini's rather violent manhandling of the violin as he saw it in his mind. Kyle pushed for a half hour, going up and down hills at break neck speeds the entire time... yet he hadn't even perspired, and wasn't even short of breath.<br/><br/>When he got home, though... he saw something quite strange.