Alex Swan is given an assignment by his teacher, Mr. Cullen, to think of a way to change the world and then do it. Alex begins a sensation of "pay it forward"- do a kind deed for nothing in return except to ask the person to "pay it forward". Alex unknowingly changes the lives of his teacher, mother (Bella), and strangers forever as Pay It Forward affects the lives of all around him in ways he never thought possible.

(based off the movie Pay It Forward)

Pay It Forward

JPOV

I sped down the sleeping streets of Portland as the officer's voice echoed through the radio. A woman was being held hostage by some sick, deranged man. All available unites were asked to proceed to the address given.

My car came to a screeching halt as the brakes connected with the wet tires. A police car pulled up next to me, two men in navy uniforms emerging from the vehicle. The rain stormed down, drenching all those trying to help.

I weaved through the chaos, taking the right flank of the commanding officer.

"I'm a reporter, I'm with the press!" I yelled over the sirens and clammer. I was the first of any press member to arrive and I had a good feeling that this story was going to get me a nice raise. "How long have you guys been here?" I looked upon the quiet, suburban house.

From a glance, it was your typical, middle-class neighborhood. But on this night, if you were to look into the front window of 6 Oakdale Drive, you would see a terrified young woman with a pistol resting on her temple, a man holding her tightly against her will, screaming to the cops outside, her hysteria disturbing the normally tranquil setting.

"Get out of here!" The commanding officer dictated me, but I refused to leave until I had my story.

"Is this domestic or drugs? Is that his girlfriend or what? Come on, give me anything!" I scoured for details.

"That's it! Someone get him out of here!" The man ordered. A large, abiding officer came from behind and grabbed my waist, dragging me away from the scene as I protested.

Everything feel quiet as the man and his hostage disappeared from sight; the only sound the beating rain upon the exterior of the cop cruisers as the cops strained their eyes for any signs of movement.

A black SUV came crashing out of the garage door, heading straight for the sea of cops and myself. Everyone dodged quickly as the SUV plowed through the driveway and straight into my 1972 Chevy Impala, before reversing into a stationed police car and speeding down the quiet, damp street.

In a bustle, the police scrambled into their cars to pursue a chase, leaving me soaking wet, staring in disbelief, at my demolished classic.

"No, no, no, no!" I screamed into the empty street, kicking and punching the air in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me!"

A collected voice surprised me, "Having a little car trouble?" I barked a humorless laugh at the refined man, standing safely under the umbrella, walked to meet me.

"That's a keen observation." I sarcastically replied, not in the mood for this bullshit.

"I can help you." His voice was calm, collected. He held an air of respect and dignity.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned with no belief. "How are you going to do that?" He tossed a pair of keys into the air, easily landing into my palm.

"Those are the keys to my Jaguar. It's yours." Perhaps I had suffered a mental breakdown because if I was correct, this man just handed me a free Jaguar.

"Are you serious? You're giving me a new Jaguar. What's the catch?" Nothing in life came free. I learned that through all my years of hard work and dedicate to my schooling, career, and wife.

"No catch." He stated plain and simple. "I've been lucky lately. And you look like you need it more then me."

"Wait a second here, you're giving my your brand new, expensive car, for nothing it return?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Well, not nothing. Give me your car." I looked back upon the now, pile of metal and scrap parts. I reached into my pocket and picked out my keys. I walked over to the man and placed them in his outstretched hand.

"Do you want me to kill your wife or something? Why are you doing this?"

He chuckled. "Tempting, but no. A common generosity between two strangers." He turned and began to stroll down the street.

"Generosity? You do just realized you gave me a Jaguare, right?" He continued on his way as if I had not uttered a single word. "There has to be some catch. Is it going to blow up? Huh?" I yelled to his retreating figure, receiving, yet again, silence.

I turned in disbelief to the beautiful car in front of me, twirling the keys in my hand.

"A common generosity between strangers."

I think I just found myself a story.

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!

THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER SO IT WAS KINDA SLOW, BUT IF YOU'VE SEEN THE MOVIE YOU KNOW IT GETS 100X BETTER!

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