His hair swayed in the breeze, tickling the back of his neck. He was the best football player the town had ever seen.
Like every day I stayed back after school with the excuse of studying at the library and today was no different. Truth be told, it was just a chance to see him through the broken window playing in the playground across.
A prodigious entity flying right at me knocked me out for the next few minutes.
The next thing I remember is waking up to a pair of brown eyes filled with fear and a voice which seemed music to my ears. “Are you ok?”
“Much better than I have ever been.”