Get Ready to Run!

Sometimes in this world people need to try something different every once in a while to keep things exciting and fresh. This simple idea is usually hard to put to practice due to bouts of laziness or discomfort, but Nero was generally the type of gun-ho type guy who'd try anything unless it went against what he thought mattered to him. The change of the day was the idea of playing hacky sack with an aluminum can which he would throw in the air and kick straight into a nearby thrash can.

It seemed ingenious to him, because people could see a sample of his skill, but at the same time try to challenge him or train to start challenging him and he would have new buddies to hang around with. So far, his only audience was a couple of stray cats who had wandered in the school, but eventually someone would pass by and when that time came, he would try to astonish him with a feat hardly ever seen. Well... that was the plan anyways.

Nero stood there in a slight daze when he believed he saw someone nearby, but no one was there. ''Weird, but oh well, might as well practice before anyone gets here.'' He grinned to himself as he propped himself. This was going to be interesting.

In one deft movement, Nero kicked the can upwards towards the sky and promptly jumped after it. Two seconds and in midair Nero charged up a powerful kick and kicked as fast as he could towards the thrash can. However he made a slight miscalculation...

The can hit the rim of the thrash can reflecting the can back to Nero's face with unstoppable force. It was all over, the can came back and crushed into his forehead and deflected towards the stray cat, his semi-conscious body drifted in the air until colliding with a nearby tree in state of limbo. ''Auuu.....''

Well... that was embarrassing... and to make matters worse, he actually did have an audience that time. His face was a deep red trying in vain to suppress his anger at himself and for not at least appearing somewhat cool. Wait... he could at least try to muster some dignity right, not all was lost. He propped himself from the floor and began dusting off the grass from his uniform.

''Thank you, I even surprise myself sometimes!'' he grinned happily with his forehead slightly bloody. ''You don't need to hide, I'm a friendly guy! Name's Nero, how bout yours?'' The buffoon spoke to the wind because even if he knew someone had said something, he didn't know where the voice came from or where she was now. For all he cared, he just wanted to somehow make that person forget this event.

Also, he certainly did not know sarcasm not one bit.