Fighting Dark [The Sixteen Realms: Book 1]

Chapter 3

I think sometimes that I'm almost... not alone in my head. It's odd. I think this will help me prove my theory of an alternate time zone in a space paradox in-

"Quinn Elisa Monte! Get down here," my dad shouted up the stairs.

I shouted, "I'm coming Dad!"

Twenty minutes later, I was out of the house and walking to school.

"Oh, Quinn!"

Oh, no. It's Dante. He sucks. Before I could walk away, he and his little "thug group" had me cornered.

"I think it's time we teach this little nitwit a lesson. What do you all think," he shouted to the group.

They all shouted, "Let's do it Dante! Beat up the nitwit! Nitwit! Nitwit! Nitwit!"

Dante started to fold up his sleeve and was preparing to punch. I was screwed. Literally. He was going to screw his fist into my face. As he whipped his arm around and began to punch me, the oddest thing happened. I felt my head heat up from his hand, and then time literally froze.