"Where is that boy...?" Logan Cliffe peered out the window, squinting into the dark night and at his street. His son had been out all night, he knew he was at a party but come on now, it was 4 in the morning! He had called the police and then his son yet again. "Come on, answer me!!!" Logan threw the phone down against the table, cracking the back circuitry against the dark wood surface.
Meanwhile, the car drifted around the corner of the hill like Dale Earnhardt's finest race. Jake and his friends howled and shouted at the passersby, taking the corner on two wheels. There were glass bottles rolling on the floorboards and smoke in the air. The police seemed to be hot on their trail but there were no signs of stopping. Finally, something hit their tire and the car swerved on the icy road. They all screamed, as the car began to tumble and twisted metal scraped along the ground, kicking up white sparks that looked like firecrackers in the night. The sports car smashed down on its hood and Jake was slung through the windshield, rolling and thrashing against the slick concrete. The police cars crowded around him as Jake's weary eyes squinted at what used to be his car, the ringing in his ears not leaving as his eyes focused on the ball of scrap. An officer's hands grabbed him by his shirt collar, and yanked him inside the cruiser.
Great, just great. Jake slumped against the wet wooden bench, the seat of his pants soaking up the melted snow and ice. His father walked to his cell and they opened the bars. Logan walked inside, and immediately smacked his son upside the head.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!" Jake didn't answer, not only experiencing a hangover but his father's broad hand palming the side of his skull. After finally calming down, Logan sat down next to his son and sighed deeply. "Explain to me what happened."
"Mm... I... I was out with my--"
"I know, why are you in jail right now?"
"I... I don't remember... I just remember totaling the car..."
"At least you're okay. I have no idea how, but somehow you managed to survive. The rest of them are in critical health and you didn't even get road rash." Jake looked down at himself and finally noticed that his pale skin was completely... perfect. He didn't even have a single abrasion.
"How in the...?"
"You're making your guardian angel work overtime, Jake. That's the only thing I can think of." Jake chuckled at his evangelical father. The young man shook his head. "Let's just get home, we'll talk about this later." Jake nodded, slowly getting to his feet and suddenly having the strength to stand. To run... his headache had cleared up instantly, Jake felt light as a feather and as strong as a bull.
"D-dad, I feel better."
"I'm glad to hear."
"I shouldn't be! I went through that windshield head-first, I should be dead!" Logan nodded, but shrugging it off as a sign of deliriousness. Finally, they drove home and Jake was actually not tired at all, but he was forced to retire to his bedroom anyways. Jake didn't sleep at all that night, instead goofing off until it was morning time. The boy woke up again, still bouncing with energy, as he ran the entire way to school with some of his friends from his neighborhood. The rest of his friends were either out of breath or walking slowly, Jake didn't even break a sweat. Before any of his classes even start, he was called down to the office. Jake sat down, bouncing his knee intensely.
"So, can you please explain to us what happened last night on Route 316?" The principle leaned forward, clasping his hands together as stereotypically professional as he could.
"Well, I can't exactly remember what happened. I know I was out with my friends and they started driving around. I tried to get them to stop but they didn't, and they went past a police blockade. They apparently could smell the smoke and booze just from driving past them and they chased us down. I assume either we hit something and one of the officers shot out our tire. The car flipped and most of my friends were severely injured, and I think I went through the windshield because when I could finally see again I was lying in shards of broken glass and the car was way way waaay~ off in the distance."
