You were watching your soccer rival team play, watching in a trance as Andy, the boy that strangely hates you, play very well. In the end, their team loses the Championship.

You stumble onto the field, hugging your friends and all. You ask around for Andy, they all shrug. You end up wandering around the field, the sounds of sniffling catch your ear,

It was Andy, all alone. He was sitting at the baseball dugout bench, curled into a ball and crying like a little boy.