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“The school was awesome, sure. And every single day, after school I’d get to practice!!!”
When Anthony was young, he really liked roller skating, and he had hoped he could make it his job. That was his dream.
After school he would walk to the skate park to try to improve his skills, learn new tricks— The whole nine yards. After a couple hours of work he would sit down at one of the metal picnic tables littered around the skate park.
One day, while taking one of these breaks —a little earlier than usual, as he had tried to perform a risky trick—he noticed that the school was actually having their baseball practice nearby. Anthony, being the curious little kid he was, went to go watch them from afar (He wasn’t scared he would end up hurt if he stood any closer than he did). He watched them for a bit, noting that about half of them looked like they wanted to be there and that whatever they were doing looked partially fun, before leaving as quietly as he could.
Anthony rummaged through his backpack, taking a swig of lemonade from his water bottle before getting right back to work on his newest tricks. As time passed, he couldn’t help but notice that almost everyone had left the park except one kid that he recognized from the practice. He was staring at him… huh… Anthony paid him no mind up until the moment the kid actually said something.
“Hey…”
“Hi.”