Chapter 2- walk away from all that is a waste of energy
Cory was sprinting. He was sprinting faster than he ever did in his whole life. He didn't care where his feet would take him or where his body would point toward next. What mattered now was he was sprinting. A voice kept saying in his head; "Just keep going, don't look back, Just keep going, don't look back, just keep going, just keep going, just keep going..." and that is exactly what he did.
Finally, he stopped to catch his breath. He turned the right and saw a familiar object: it was an old shack he and his friends used to go to whenever they needed to get away from it all. Here they talked about their day, set up their club, told stories, ate lunch, and even slept there on a few occasions. Cory ran towards it, hoping to bring back some old memories. But just as he opened the door, his foot slipped, and he somersaulted across the room, hitting the wall. Only strangely, he didn't actually hit the wall. Rather, he went through it, and not as in "smash the wall" through it, but through it as in passing through another time, another place, another chance.
Cory closed his eyes, wishing for it all to stop as he continued to somersault through this unfamiliar experience. Lights, color, wind surrounded him like a blanket of energy. It seemed as though there was no end to it. Finally, without warning, he landed flat on the ground on his back.
