A/N- Thanx for the reviews guys :) Alrighty. So, this story is just begining, and the chapters are going to get better as they go on. So, here it goes.

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Chapter 1

Steam fogging up the bathroom windows, Kendall Knight stands in the shower, supressing the hot water that rains down on his aching back.

The teenager picks up the soap bar, being careful not to drop it. Inevitably failing, the bar slips out of his hands and hits the bottom of the tub. Kendall winced.

The memory from years ago flashes before his eyes, and a chill makes it's way up his spine.

In a good nineteen minutes, Kendall Knight experienced a near death experience.

He remembers the experience like it was yesterday. The boy was ten, and had walked into the house, tracking mud everywhere.

His mother had told him not to go outside in the wet weather, but of course, being the typical ten year old boy he was, Kendall disobeyed his mother and went outside anyway.

After entering the house, Kendall's father immediatly noticed the dirt being tracked everywhere, and jumped up at the sight before Mrs. Knight could notice.

"Oh, Kendall! Didnt your mother tell you not to go out in the mud?"

Kendall looked down at his mud stained sneakers, "I dunno...maybe."

Mr Knight sighed. His son was just too cute to yell at sometimes. He dragged his son up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Turning on the water, he began to help his son rinse off.

"Ow! Ow! Its too hot! The water's too hot!" The ten year old flailed his arms around in a pshycotic matter.

"Kenny, would you calm down?"

"No! Its too hot!"

"Its not even that hot."

Mr Knight struggled to get his son to calm down, but failed. Just at the perfect time, Katie, the baby of the family, who was always crawling into the bathroom and flushing to the toilet at random times, crawled into the bathroom, and flushed the toilet.

At the sudden change in tempurature, Kendall threw his arms in the air, "Too cold!"

Startled, Mr Knight slipped backwards in the tub, bringing his son & the shower curtain down with him. They both hit the bottom of the tub hard at impact.

At first they thought they were okay.

But, in thier bathroom, the shower curtain is attatched to a bar, which is attatched to ceiling. It must have been loose, because after the curtain was tugged on, part of the ceiling came came down on them as well.

That all happened in exactly ninteen minutes.

Then it was black. Kendall couldve sworn he was going to die. Luckily, he woke up in the hospital, with no more than just a few broken bones.

His father, though, didnt make it out alive. The ceiling had crushed him, cutting off his airway, thus making him unable to breath. Therefore, resulting in death.

Despite the grief over his father, Kendall was lucky to make it out alive. He almost died. Now Kendall flinches everytime the soap bar is dropped.

Feeling tired, James Diamond slumps down into the orange couch in the living room of apartment 2J.

The brunette flips through the channels, not finding anything interesting on T.V. He comes across an interesting scene, and stops on that channel.

It's one of those Cops shows, and it's another car chase. The fugitive is driving 500 miles per hour while apolice man chases him for hours around town. They never actually get the real scene on video, it's all just a reanactment, so why do they even bother?

James' eyes follow the screen as the car's speed grows faster and faster, untill the vehicle eventually gives out, sending the car off the side of thet bridge, and an explosion occurs.

James fliched and pulled a pillow over his head. Relaxing, he put the pillow back down and took a deep breath. The memories from years ago playing over and over again in his head.

He was twelve.

And it only took him about nineteen minutes to almost loose his life.

The twelve year old sit in the back seat of his mother's car. The radio on, James half sang along to the words of 'When I grow up'. That was always James' faveorite song, easily because it was his life long dream to become famous when he grew up.

But that day, James didnt think he was going to live to see the day he became famous.

The car rumbled a few times, and Mrs. Diamond groaned.

"Mom, what's that?"

"Oh, some idiot threw broken glass in the street, apparently, and now we are driving over it."

"Mom," James grew panicked, "What's gunna happen?"

The timing of his words were ironic, just then they heard a tire pop, followed by a few more popping tires, and the car spiraled out of control.

The twelve year old screaming in the backseat, suddenly looses control of the wheel, the car spinning off the bridge and hit the ground below hard at impact.

James thought he was going to die in those ninteen mintues, but he didnt. To his luck, he made it out alive.

Within the trauma, James to this day cant stand to watch car chases on TV, movies, real life, or any kind of programming.

James flips his hair and slumps farther into the couch, still shaking.

Walking into the kitchen, Carlos almost tripped. Landing right on the counter, he gritted his teeth and cussed under his breath. Carlos Garcia was a clutz, he was clumsy, and he knew it. But that's a traight he sometimes wishes he had never been born with.

Not because it was goofy or he just plain didnt like it about himself, it was because of a life threatening event that happened years ago, due to him being a clutz.

The latino was eight years old, and standing on top of a ladder.

"Be careful up there, son."

Carlos rolls his eyes, "Papa, it's okay. I'll be fine. Do you really think Im that much of a clutz?"

"Oh, no, I must of been out of my mind when I thought that."

Carlos frowned at his father's sarcastic remark, and shook his head, "Im okay. Really."

"Alright," His father nodded, "I will be right back. Be. Careful." He instructed.

Carlos nodded, and continued to climb up the ladder. The hyper boy doesnt know how he managed to do it, but all in ninteen minutes, one foot slipped and the boy went head first off the ladder.

The latino ended up with a concussion, but luckily nothing severe. Ever since, Carlos has dreaded his clumsy ways, that have caused him a near death experience.

Doing his homework, Logan Mitchell drifted into an uncomfortable sleep, plauging him with nightmares.

When Logan was of a mere four years old, the naive boy was in a terrible house fire. He doesnt remember how it happend, but it was life threatening, and if he wasnt rescued in time, he wouldnt of made it out alive.

It took about ninteen minutes for the firemen to find him, crying and freaking out in the corner of his bedroom on the second floor.

The raven haired boy pops up, "Fire!"

Then Logan looks around, observing the area he was in. Apartment 2J. Everything was okay. It was just a dream. Why was he having a dream about the house fire he was in?

Almost passed out on the couch, James immediatly pops up when his attention is bought to an emergency news report on the T.V.

James eyes grow wide at the television. Kendall, who comes out drying his hair, drops his towel on the ground, Carlos, watching from the kitchen, spits out his water, and Logan, who just entered the living room, his mouth drops to the floor.

A/N- Le gasp! ...Thats a french gasp. Hmm..what did they see on T.V? Have to keep reading.. Anyway, Idk when I will be able to update, I have midterm exams approaching in which I desperatly need to study for. So, yeah, but I will try! Reviews?