<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Trouble in Paradise</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/fUqB8Ug.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch, Reckley Stiles<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>May 6th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mitsuhara Private School, School Gates<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>After School Reading<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Rugby Shirt and Khakis<br/><hr/><br/>The first lesson Jack Finch taught his son was control. Never lose control. Never. The one who loses control loses the fight. Period. Up to now, his advice had held true; Kevin had never lost control.<br/><br/>There's a first time for everything.<br/><br/>There is a sound that metal makes when it is pressed to the limit and loses its shape. Reckley heard that sound all too clearly. And when it was done, there was a neat fist sized indentation next to his head. And facing him was Kevin, burning red from chin to forehead and not in a good way. Reckley figured he'd never get a better chance at this. And insofar as the situation went, that was true.<br/><br/>It wasn't going to help him though.<br/><br/>Reckley's punch sailed true, but Kevin was already to his side when it would have hit. The next sound was the same, but significantly louder, and the next indentation in the lockers was Reckley-shaped, with its causal agent slumped underneath, looking sickly under the fluorescent lights of the hall. And that's all there was to it. Still shaking, Kevin looked down at Mallory and asked, "Are you all right?" It was beyond his capabilities right now to say anything else.<br/><br/>