The whistle sounded and fifteen students scattered around the court. I stayed on the edge of the pitch, hoping the ball wouldn’t smack me in the face by an aggressive team player. I’d never been good at football; never ever. But then…
‘Gaia! Get the ball!’
I’d been daydreaming when Eugene explained how the game works. But I didn’t understand the instructions. All I caught was the occasional don’t hit your teammates in the face.
It only lasted a second, but a pain struck my left cheek. Dizzily, I fell backwards into a strange, peaceful, dreamless kind of sleep.