'2 minutes to go' he thinks to himself as he runs from rooftop to rooftop. His bus was late and desperate lengths had to be taken to ensure everything went to plan. Today was by no means a good day for this silent footed quick stream adventurer. His hood sways in the icy cool breeze while his hair gets damp from the spray of formless rain.

Deep in concentration, only 90 seconds to go. Counting the seconds of every breath to maintain pefet bodily harmony. He cannot screw this up. In the big picture he is running out of time.

'Shit running out of rooftops' He thinks, a millisecond of doubt crossing his mind. he stumbles.

'Bollocks!' his balance is gone and the wet roof tiles are stopping his poorly designed trainers from gripping. If he falls to the pavement now he may risk his identity. Quickly, his thoughts become actions in what seems like a beautifully harmonised action.

'Hand in pocket'
Hand goes into pocket
'Grab Grapple'
Grabs the Grapple
'Shoot at the ariel'
Shoots at Ariel

'YES!' and the boy was saved. holding on over the edge of the roof, he looks down to see James Murphy walk past. He retains concentration. Pulls himself up and retains focus. Looks to his watch.

'1 minute left, i can do this' He preps, destresses his muscles. releaves his mind of all pressures. His eyes close, he spends 5 seconds in deep concentration. Suddenly, something clicks.

'The traffic lights' As this is said, the crossing beeps. He springs into action. In one fluent and brilliantly graceful moment he jumps onto an unsuspecting sciento. Then from this to the traffic lights, from this, the school gates and from this more buildings.

30 seconds to go.

'Fuck it, i wont get there been stealthy anymore'

As soon as this is said he leaps, gliding through the air like a pheonix. He lands, runs, punching any unsuspecting fool out of his way. as he runs he counts his victims.

'35, 36 ' 38, 40...'

5 seconds. His targets in site, but hes on the wrong side of the wall, he cant afford to run round the building to get inside.

4 seconds. His mind has lost all concentration, frantic. still punching people.

3 seconds. Idea after idea flooding in and out. more people flying to ground.

2 seconds. An idea strikes. there is a 1 foot tall wall before the window. a perfect step up, the harmony between body and mind once again acheived. and in the transitional second between 2 and 1, he leaps from the wall through the window.

1 second. landing is everything. theres a table in view as soon as he enters. but fuck, hes jumped in too far. he lands the palm of his hands on the first table he was about to miss, and launches himself from this position onto the next set of desks.

0 seconds. the bell sounds, third period starts

'Ah Paul Parkes, on time as always, says mr spencer'

'WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE WINDOW'

paul casually thinks of excuse ;)...

How does that challenge your understanding. A boy not many people acknowledge. maybe because hes too quiet or not sociable enough. But this boy turns out to be more skilled than a shinobi ninja. The moral of tis story?

Dont do drugs kids.