It was a crisp spring day. The world seemed at peace, and you could almost swear that there were birds singing in the distance. Your eyes closed, focusing on the slight buzzing sound. The sound of heavy footsteps forced your eyes to open in curiosity.

Right. The buzzing wasn't an insect or animal. It was your head.

You groan, sitting up as you rub your now aching head. That's right, he had hit you with a soccer ball.

"My bad. You got in the way - you okay?"

Aaron asked.