not knowing how long he would be attending.
He had attended more schools this past year than he had candles on his last birthday cake.
Johnny really wasn’t a bad kid. Some would say just the opposite. He had high morals and was quick to take a stand for what was right. However, at times that could cause him problems.
The week wasn’t even halfway over when he found himself in the middle of a skirmish. Half a dozen boys were picking on a small, scrawny youngster and had taken away his sack lunch. Johnny had gotten his lunch back for the boy and had stood up to the bullies.
Realizing there was no teacher in sight the number of bullies quickly doubled. They were encircling Johnny, drawing themselves closer and closer to him. Adrenalin was coursing through his veins when the angry mob was about to pounce.
He drew back his fist when he first noticed it. His fist began to disappear into thin air. In reality, it was his entire body that was fading away.
“Oh no, not again,” he thought.
Unbeknownst to Johnny, in an alternate dimension, was Gordon, sitting in front of his laptop.
Gordon, ever the perfectionist, was reviewing his latest story which he was currently composing. He noticed something in his story he thought he could improve upon. He began his modification by highlighting a section and then hitting the button labelled “delete”.