''BRRRRRIIIIINNNNG!'' That was the bell! Im free! I rush out into the hallway, quickly grab my stuff from my locker and dart down to the exit of the school. Walking a little slower, I take a deep breath. I want to savor the last moments of school! I think I see someone hiding behind the corner. ''Hello?'' I call out. No answer. Oh well. I keep walking when- ''UUh!'' A dark figure shoves me into a supply closet really hard. I snap back to reality, and take in my surroundings. I am in a pretty big supply closet with janitorial instruments against the wall. In front of me, I see three people advancing toward me, fists clenched. Oh no. The school bullies. Theyre always picking on people for the smallest things. This is probably for the time I accidently knocked the main bully, Warrens pencil off his desk. ''Hello, Lexus Riol.'' Warren chuckled while smiling sweetly at me. ''I think you deserve a time-out, dont you think so too Chuck and Max?'' His two goons shook their head vigorously. I looked around for something to defend myself with. Ive never been in a fight, but I know it would be useless calling for help now. I was running out of time now, trying to decide between a Windex bottle and a bucket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bully named Max lunge toward me. I quickly sidestepped, and grabbed a large broom off the wall. I waved it at Max, trying to keep him away, but he simply broke off the head, leaving me with a huge seven-foot broom. Now I saw all of them starting to run toward me, fists up. I suddenly thrust the end of the broom at Chuck, sending him into a wall, trip Max with it, and hook Warrens jacket. We glare at each other. ''Ill get you for this, Lexus!'' He shouts. Figuring he learned his lesson, I set him down behind me and walk out the door. AAh! Finally outside! Everything sounds perfect, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and- panting? I twist around, and spot Warren full-speed toward me. Immediately, I start running. He is gaining on me. I look around, and almost cry. Straight ahead of me is a busy road, and all sides just trees. I decide Ill take the road. I wait for a few seconds, but he is getting really close. Twenty feet away. Fifteen. This is not going to work. Realizing I still have the stick in my hand, I back up and run toward the road with all my might. Ive seen it on the Summer Olympics, but I never gave much attention to it. Just before the road, in a perfect motion I set the stick down while running, Hold on to the top part of the stick and jump forward. It was all in fast-motion. I hit the ground with a thud. I look up. I see Warren staring at me on the other side of the road. I quickly run home after that. That night, I look at myself in the mirror. Tan skin, jet-black hair, and dark brown eyes. Nothing seemed different about me. Yet how did a sole 15-year old do that? I pole-vaulted, and used a large stick as a pole arm. It was miraculous. Maybe a bit more than miraculous. Maybe it was Godly.