11 October 2012
I picked up the football, that had just rolled to my feet, and looked around. There was no one nearby and I don't think that the football just fell from the sky. I looked up to see if there was an aeroplane or helicopter flying by. Nothing, not even a trail left behind. The sky was cloudless and the sun was blazing, in the middle of winter, in Ireland.
I kept walking trying to figure out any possible way for the football to roll to my feet without any one to kick it when something hard hit me in the head. I fell on to my knees and wrapped my arms around my head. After a minute or so I looked around in search of what had hit me. I looked beside my legs and found a black, hard healed boot with a bit of heel. I picked it up, with one hand still cradling my head, and examined it. I looked up just in time to see the left boot heading towards my face. I fell on to my back, which was kind of painful because I was still on my knees and my head was very sore, and watched the boot whizz by.
"Someone is trying to knock me out!" I thought "But why?"
I sat up straight and a hard back book hit me square in the face. I was out cold.
Thomas • Opuss № I