Dear diary;
Today I was playing tennis with my friends when out of the sudden a tall skinny guy all dressed in black with a withe hoodie took a sit in the harrows and watched us play, I shared a awkward look with my friends and continue playing even though I kept my eye on the boy, he looked so sad and empty, but as I played with my friends and joked about it, I saw him smile, and he even threw us the ball when it went to stop near him. He sit there and watched us play for almost half of an hour, and I noticed he was keeping the score of the game for himself, and then just as he came, he stood up and left.
I wonder if I'll ever see him again or if the smile that my friends and I stole from him made his day.
xoxo, Dany.
The end.
