Saint Joseph School

Nick stood in the middle of the court, breathing heavily, his body feeling like a ton of bricks. Wet Bricks. Wet Bricks in Mal's gravity field.

He had helped his team win. HE had helped a TEAM win a TEAM game. The idea that he could even work on a team, much less for sports, was a luxury he didn't ...

Nick had never been an all-star at sports. Never played them really because of his disability, especially before his powers manifested and even more so afterwards. Yet he did do a little bit of exercising in swimming. He learned to swim at a young age from his parents, before they died, and kept ...

Nick's eyes widened, watching Taylor make his uncomfortable change from human to wolfman. Remembering the first time Nick had met Taylor, he had no idea that the wolfman he had seen in the D was the same kid he met at Bruno's. Even now, looking at the large beastly predator from old European myths ...

Nick stumbled in about five minutes after Taylor did, nose deep in a thin, wide leafed book entitled " The Basics of Basketball: A guide to tactics, plays, and strategies. " A drawstring bag hung over his left shoulder, packed until bulging with gym clothes, and the silhouettes of books which were ...

Nick blushed inwardly as he stood outside the door to the gym. He was in a loose-fitting workout attire of athletic shorts and a workout shirt which technically was not under-armor but was way too small for him and could easily mistaken for one. Having seen Damian talk about the new sport coming up ...

((Play this in the background while listening. Repeat when necessary. Also this story is told entirely with metaphor. Do not take this as verbatim fact as Nick's past.))

What would it be like to fly? To have the winds blowing across your skin, hair whipping like tiny tendrils across your face and ...