Kai walked down the crowded street, looking at his fall semester finals. On the page was a big “F” circled many times with a red pen. Underneath was a little note scribbled in pen saying “Kai, This isn’t you, what happened? I have arranged with your mom and your dad to come in on a weekend to retry this. You’re an “A” student; see you soon, Mr. Henderson.” Kai had no idea how this had happened either. He wasn’t an “A” student all the time, but nothing in the world could make him fail a final. He couldn’t even remember the day. It was last week he knew, but that whole day was a blur to him. “Oh well” he thought. He would just have to blow his Saturday on a test he didn’t even think he took in the first place. He stepped up to his parent’s apartment building, chucking the test in the trash before entering the small street building door. He lived in what his parents randomly with no rhyme or reason named “Hark House” which thy owned. His family used to live in a big house on in the suburbs, but thought there very high paying jobs wasn’t enough to provide for their retirement, so the bought a four story apartment building, and ran that on top of their jobs. Kai loved his parents, all of his family for that matter. He stepped into the elevator and hit the big 4 button and waited patiently as the elevator ascended to his apartment. He couldn’t stop worrying about that test though. Kai was in the ninth grade at Leaf Middle School in Open Shaw England, a very busy town about an hour from London. He liked it here in Open Shaw because all the things to do and all the things happening. In fact his school was taking a trip to tour the landmarks of London next week. His school wasn’t really that exciting except for trips like this and the occasional class. At this moment, his history class was on the top of the list with the Salem Witch Trials. He was oddly interested in the subject, and in his history class he actually shut up and listened.

Kai watched the doors to the elevator open and stepped into the small hallway that led to the only apartment on the floor, his family’s. He had to unlock the door with a spare key under the mat, seeing as nobody would be home for an hour and a half. He stepped inside, got a drink from the refrigerator, and crashed on the couch. It was Friday, so no homework, so he got to his normal Friday routine, took a couple drinks from the can, laid down, turned on the TV, and looked for the most exciting show on. Before he knew it, he was sleeping soundly on the couch with some channel blaring at him.

He awoke, the TV still on, turned to some comedy show, his drink can was cold with the night air, and not another sound in the house besides the TV, and him getting up. “Hello?” He called. He waited for an answer but then when I didn’t come, “Mom, Dad, Patrick?” Kai looked at the clock. 9:37 it said in big glowing red numbers. At this point he was getting worried, his parents were home by the latest of five, why weren’t the back yet? He slipped on his shoes that had fallen of in his sleep and rushed to the back door. The back door covered the service stairs to top of the roof, which were constantly visited by Kai. From the top of the building you could see everything. The street on which his building was covered by other buildings like his, but most were only three stories compared to his four. He stood at the edge looking for his parents white suburban. He say nothing, but kept looking further and further. What you learn through common sense is that if there is a high ledge, don’t lean over it, but sometimes when your worried common sense leaves you. Unfortunately for him at that time, it had showered while he was sleeping, and as his foot slipped into a puddle, he fell off the fourth story of “Hark House”