This is the story of a 13 year old basketball player. Who has one big flaw. Time.

The boy named Derek packed his Gym bag for his daily practice at his schools basketball court. He wasn't aware that he took too long preparing, causing him to miss practice.

Derek panicked as he snatched his water bottle off the counter if his family kitchen. He skipped right out the door and onto his bike. He sucked in a big breathe before paddling to the school. Once he was on school grounds he raced to the court behind the brick building. Only to find out it was too late.

But what he did see was a couple of thugs passing around a white fuzz he knew was a drug. One of the thugs caught Derek watching his crew.

"Look who we found. I bet you saw what we were doing here. Little boy" fumed a dark colored man who was more than twice his height and wore a red cloth around his forehead.

The boys heart raced and he only thought of running.

"S-Sorry, I-I was coming for basketball practice. B-But I realized I w-was late. I'll go now" said Derek. He turned around and fixed himself into a running position. But was unfortunately stopped when the black man dragged him into his circle of drug dealers.

The boy fell hard on his back when he hit the red pavement. The boy raised a hand to try and block the light and what he assumed as any harm.

"Please don't hurt me!" Cried the boy.

"We've already have. But we will again" said one other guy. As he pulled at a shiny silver weapon known as a gun out of his back pocket. "Just because you know to much" he continued. The boy opened his mouth to scream but was shut up immediately when a bullet flew straight through his throat.

Let this be a lesson To never be late to practice.