Chapter 1 I run, I can feel the wind on my cheeks, my heartbeat in my chest, the pounding of my feet against the hard pavement, I can feel… “Ouch!” I cry, as I tumble to the ground. “You ok?” asks a boy, presumably the cause of my tumble “NO! I’ve fallen onto hard concrete, of course I’m not alright!” I reply infuriated by the stupidity of the question, and then remembering my manners I add “I’ve bashed my knee. Are you alright?” “Fine thanks. You need to watch where you’re going in future.” He says getting up and brushing himself off, as he offers me his hand to pull me up I see that he’s tall with neat dark hair, dark eyes and purple glasses, also he is seemingly oblivious to my rudeness. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to.” I apologise standing up “That’s ok. So you like running?” “Yes. I feel so many things at once when I run, it helps me…” I trail off not knowing how to explain. “I understand.” he glances at his watch and then says “I’ve got to go. Hope your knee gets better.” “Thanks!” I smile. I walk down the street, knee stinging, one finger tapping on my cheek, trying to understand what was so different about that boy.
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