A/N: This is my first ever webfic, so enjoy! And please R&R. Review and critique.

Infinite Run

-Chaptre 1-

"I am seated in the office. Bodies and heads surround me. My posture is congruent to the shape of my hard wood chair. This is a frigid room in University Administration, wood walled, double windowed against the November heat, which insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. de Lint and I were lately recieved.
I am in here."

A long silence occured in the classroom
"Ahem... Mr. Scotts, will you finish the paragraph?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
Finn could hear his classmates snicker.
Okay lets start this story over.
Finn Scotts shall be the character of this story
Now FORGET ABOUT THE PREVIOUS JUNK!

Chapter 1.

Finn Scotts.

Age 10. Male. Caucasian. Current residence: Vancouver, Canada.

Now you might think this young lad is a typical and generic "Average Joe"
But he's actually quite the stud.
Now let me stop talking and start the story.

"TAG! YOUR IT!"
Those were the words Finn listened to all day. All he did at recess was watch the other kids play with each other in a monotonous way.
It wasn't like any of the kids knew he was there.
The next morning was hot in a September-like way. Finn was eating his leftover pancakes and biscuits from the last meal, on the fine wooden kitchen table.
His mom came in the kitchen and exclaimed, "My, my, Finn! You little cute duckling!" she says as she was briefly pinching his cheek.
Finn looked up at her narrow face and gleamed. He always loved his mom's passion for him.
Since he came from a very wealthy family, he grew up a happy life, but yet of course every rose has it's thorn...
Finn never grew up with a dad, since his dad left their family and sailed to China to advance in investments of trading markets, therefore he has lived with his mother, and therefore his behavior has obstructed...

Finn registered for an all boys academy last spring, therefore he did not fit in with the other boys. He preferred English Rosemary Tea instead of root beer. He preferred writing in curly q's instead of straight t's. He preferred romantic adult novels instead of comics. He preferred sewing, baking and collecting tea sets instead of football, basketball and collecting baseball cards.

Finn registered for an all boys academy last spring, therefore he did not fit in with the other boys. He preferred English Rosemary Tea instead of root beer. He preferred writing in curly q's instead of straight t's. He preferred romantic adult novels instead of comics. He preferred sewing, baking and collecting tea sets instead of football, basketball and collecting baseball cards.
So to put it in short words, he was a total girly boy.
NOT GAY.
Just he preferred material that is supposedly triggered towards "girls".
Now on with the story!
The clock struck 2'o clock.
School was dismissed.
As Finn walked out the hallway and felt the refreshing air outside, he saw the usual crowds of boys glancing dirty faces at him. Finn tried not to look their way, but he felt a magnetic tense of their bodies straight toward him. Finn felt the best the turn away and carry on, until he felt a solid yank on the handle of his backpack.
He was swept off the ground and groveled on the gravel pathway.
He could hear the boys' snickers from his head to the side of the ground.
Finn groaned as he helped himself stand up. His plastered palms had scattered grains of road debris.
His lips quivered slightly as he brushed his bruised knees.
"Nice sissy-pants!" An obnoxious voice came behind him.
Finn turned around. "They aren't sissy-pants! They're trousers!"
"Hey skedaddle off kids!"
A broad, bulky man came behind them.
"Oh crap guys, it's the principal!" "RUN!" the boys panicked and scampered off away.
The principal sighed. "Hey you alright, Scotts?"
"Yeah, thanks…" Finn murmured.
The principal sighed once more. "Son, I am afraid to say I need to talk to you."
"B-but it's not my fault!" he stammered.
"It isn't about that, son. It's about… well…" he cut off.
The principal sighed for the third time, but this time it was a long and pitched.
He briefly rubbed his temples.

"Son, your mother was on her way to pick you up, unfortunately she got hit by a bus..."

Finn's body couldn't move. It was like all of his joints were stagnated.

"Finn, your mother's in the hostpital."

-End of First Chaptre-