After about 12 minutes of going back and forth from the car to my new room, I finally found my soccer ball and went outside. I wouldn't call the yard huge or small. It's kind of medium sized, but its good enough for me. I started dribbling the soccer ball and kicking it against trees. I gave the ball one good kick and it went flying over my head and over the fence. "Ow." I went over to the fence and looked over. I saw him looking up at me and rubbing his head where the ball had hit him. "I am so so sorry. Are you okay?" He bent and picked up my soccar ball and handed back to me. "I'm fine. It's just that after living here for two years and you never get hit in the head with a soccar ball, you become accustomed to it. Then you actually get hit by one and it kind of confuses you.," he said. To Be Continued!!!
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