Jim Carroll. A name that your friend has always mention. You're familiar with him for the reason that he's a basketball star and you're fan of the sport as well. Your eyes always meet his versant figure since you either kill your time at the court inside the school or just watch him and his friends play. You'd wish to play basketball but you also doesn't want any attention drawn to you as you fear that they might judge you. Whenever you go to the court, there's always students in the bench and a team playing, leaving you no chance but to just watch and observe their moves.

It's the first day of April, everyone's being creative and playful today because it's "April's Fools Day". The pranks and jokes the others have set are rather making you irritated and annoyed, hearing them shout "April Fools!" at everyone but you gotta need to act happy or surprised, you know? Or else they'll label you as the "killer-joy".

You decided to go to the basketball court to find some peace and solitude, if lucky, you might even have the chance to play alone. Though, when you arrive, someone's already there. Making you sigh in both annoyance and hopelessness, you continued to approach the bench and placed your bag. You sat on the bench and took out the novel you just brought from your favorite bookshop and started reading it in complete silence. But the echoing sound of the ball hitting the ground makes your focus shift from second to second. You looked up from your book and looked at the only person playing on the basketball court. The famous number 8 behind his jersey makes you jump to the assumption on who's the fella playing. It's the one and only, Jim Carroll.