The Boy who Stopped

Every morning, before the day started me and Lucy would watch the military boys run along the country side. Everyday I would ask Lucy, “How come you don’t marry one of those boys?” And she would give the same look and say, “They were the ones that started this war.” But one day

One of them stopped running looked at Lucy and smiled. Lucy wasn't sure what to do, taken aback by his bold move, then he said.."you don't remember me, do you!?"

His expression changed, the smile melting away replaced by a look of bewilderment. He seemed to momentarily shudder quickly lifting his hands up staring at them in disbelief as they began to blister and blacken. He bellowed, the sound muffling as his voice became thick dark smoke

which billowed from his mouth in hot plumes. Just when he thought he would die, there he suddenly was, back in class. He looked down at the text book in front of him, at the passage on Pompeii. Had it really all been in his mind?

Suddenly, his heart threw against his chest with unbelievable force. It felt like his chest was going to burst. He even thought that he could see a red glow under his shirt. The teacher in front lowered her glasses and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Pramples, please cease your antics and-

but before she could finish the worst student in class began levitating, a red aura radiating from his Paw Patrol shirt. The boy looked around frantically until he realized what was happening and froze. His classroom would be ground zero for the invasion—he would be their leader.