Sidney walked out of his seventh period ceramics class to go to his bus and escape the school. He absolutely hated ceramics. He had no artistic talent in a room filled with those who could make beautiful pottery with out even trying, while he struggled to make a simple fish. At least he only had a few more weeks of that class then he would have his art credit and could graduate next year

As he walked down the hallway, his eyes locked with another junior down the hall. Rage filled his body as the other person walked toward him. He clenched his fist, ready for another fight. Sidney felt the bruises from their last battle. It's a wonder they hadn't been expelled after all their fights, but the battle was normally over before the school authorities could get there.

When he was in range, Sydney threw the first punch, but his foe leaned back to dodge it. He then rammed his shoulder into Sydney's chest, and slammed him into the lockers. "I hate you Noah," he said, as he tasted blood in his mouth.

"Same to you whelp," Noah said as he elbowed Sydney into the side sending him to the ground. He rolled out of the way to dodge a fist aimed for his head. With a left hook, Sydney struck his foe in the eye. Noah grimaced in pain before retaliating with a powerful upper cut of his own that landed in his chin.

The attack sent Sydney back and the back of his head slammed against the brick wall. His brown eyes began blinking rapidly and he felt blood coming from the back of his head. The room began wobbling back and forth and objects became nothing more than blurs. Soon everything began spinning and his legs fell out from under him. Sights and sounds faded as he drifted into unconsciousness.

"A reckless fool."

"Who said that?" Sydney said looking around trying to find the source of the voice. Instead, he saw nothing. All around him was bright white that seemed to go out in all directions. "Where am I?"

"Neither question has a definite answer," the voice said again.

"Are you God? Am I dead?"

The voice chuckled. "No and no, at least you aren't dead yet."

"You're starting to freak me out Mr. Voice," Sydney said.

"I guess I should start explaining," he said, as an elderly man walked out of the blinding light.

"Yes, please."

"The place we are in is what some call the middle ground. From here, all the different dimensions can meet."

"How do I get back then?"

"You will return to your body once you leave the coma. However, you have much to learn before I can let you leave.

"Who are you and what do I have to learn?" Sydney said impatiently

"You must leave your human perspective behind you to see things as they really are. You must learn to see with eyes unclouded by hate. Only then, can you truly understand and carry out your role."

"My role, I'm just a high school student."

"The fact that you are here shows me otherwise. People just go through life only seeing small pieces of the world. They see only what they want to believe, but you Sydney, you have much more potential."

"I don't understand."

"That is understandable, but in time you will."

A/N: Why are my first chapters always so short? Anyway, I'd love any reviews I get.