Chuck slid the green Mercedes sedan into his parking space with a screech and whiff of burnt rubber. After watching a few television shows about racing and stunt driving, he could do just about any driving trick in the book without fear of wrecking. It gave his parents a fit, but they were willing to do anything for their special little boy. The clock on his dashboard told him he was a few minutes early, but the school bell suggested otherwise.

He quickly slid out of the car, then pressed the lock button on his keychain while sprinting for the door. He caught up with the last few students entering the classroom, and took his seat near the front. English wasn't one of his favorite classes, especially because his talent of copying was against the rules for creative writing. He sighed, took out his books, and began to scribble a famous painting he had seen a few days ago.