For a moment, everything was still.

Then, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing across the park. "Crunch, crunch, crunch." At first, from a distance, the boy looked like one who was weak, short, and easy to be bullied. He had a small frame, with a hoodie that hid his face from view, and a very slightly stooped back which gave him the appearance of someone who was not confident. However, this all changed when you got closer to him. You could see the muscles bulging underneath the hoodie, the tough, large hands, the strong legs that seemed to boost his every step. You could almost feel the boy radiating a cool, controlled power, telling you to not get too close, or else a fist might end in your face. The boy suddenly stopped. In front of him, stood a large, old, and grand basketball court. He slipped his hoodie off, revealing a young, handsome-looking face, with a slightly aquiline nose, and messy hair. "Ahhhhhh, feels good to be back here," said Daniel. "I hope Coach John will teach us about advanced techniques although we will probably do what we normally do: warmup, shooting drill, lay-up drill, passing drill, and then a game" he added to himself. Daniel was just about to enter the basketball court, when a pair of hands grabbed him, and pulled him back.

"Hehe, look at the skinny little midget." Daniel glanced at each one of the three faces carefully, before slowly backing away, and taking off his backpack. One bully stepped forward and snatched it before the bag had even hit the floor. Daniel didn't mind, he could take it back later. "Yeah, I know right, I honestly have such skinny arms." He casually rolled up his sleeve, revealing his muscular arm. The three boys seemed to hesitate for a second, before sneering and stepping closer. "I don't like your attitude, Mr StuckUpNosyKid." Daniel braced himself for a fist. Usually, this is when bullies like to unleash their first attack. He was proved correct. A fist came flying towards his face, and Daniel ducked underneath it, before ramming his fist into what looked like the weakest bully. The bully went flying backward, and Daniel faced the other two. The sneers that had occupied their faces just a moment ago had been replaced with what looked like fury, and a slight hint of fear. The second bully lumbered towards him and swung his arm clumsily. Daniel didn't even bother blocking it. He just waited for it to hit his face, and then hit the bully back, twice, on the cheek. The third backed away slowly, before breaking into a run. Daniel ran after the bully; he had his backpack. Like a wise old man once said; 'The fewer bullies, the better.' Daniel hit the bully and knocked him unconscious, before retrieving his backpack and looking at his surroundings. Where in the world was he? Had he really chased the bully this far? Daniel wandered aimlessly down the street, searching for a familiar road, or a helpful sign. His phone had run out of battery, so he couldn't use the GPS, which would have been really helpful right now. The only person in sight was a young man, wearing a strange hat, an even stranger shirt, and an absolutely bizarre pair of shoes. But the strangest thing about the man was the fact that he walked in a lopsided way and sang a very loud and disturbing tune every ten seconds. He also randomly called out 'Knight to f3!' or other random chess moves. "What in the-" "Hello young man, you seem to be lost." The man had heard Daniel's quiet exclamation, and walked towards him, much to Daniel's embarrassment. "Um, well, yes, I am trying to find the basketball court around here, perhaps you could help me?" "Oh, but of course I could." The man looked at Daniel with what was supposed to be a winning smile, but instead looked like a leer. "In fact, I am heading there myself right now, come along." Daniel walked awkwardly with the man, pretending he was not associated with this lunatic. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, they arrived at the basketball court. "You first," said the man. Daniel nodded politely to him, before quickly walking into the basketball court and placing down his bag. "I hope I never meet that man again," he muttered to himself, before pulling his jumper off and readying himself for another normal lesson.