Dedicated to my loving family and friends and obviously the most

helpful teacher that ever lived Mrs Windust

I zipped up my coat. I doubled tied my shoes. Then looked around

searching for Ashish, realizing that he had already gone outside. I sprinted outside. Slamming the gate shut, Ashish waved to me while pointing his tongue at me from the end of the street. Ashish had been one of my best friends from when I was about four years old. Sprinting down the street, I just couldn’t stop grinning. An entertaining sleepover at a great friend’s house, playing on the PlayStation with him, watching movies, and a sports centre to play soccer awaited me. I had just one fear about this. Last time I had come here, some mean older kids started swearing and kicking our ball away for fun. We told them to back off, but it didn’t solve anything. They kicked our ball onto a parking lot and it almost touched the road.

I glimpsed at Ashish and knew that he had the same fear as me. We then walked together and about fifteen minutes later we had arrived at our destination. We were in luck. There was a group of 4 teenagers playing volleyball. They looked sensible and not like they would beat us up or something. We then walked over to the small soccer field. Ashish charged to the right on the goal line urging to save my shot. I aimed for a beautiful shot and then- “Loud Polish Speaking.”

I got distracted and missed my shot by as my fears came to reality.

“Let’s get outta here,” I urgently whispered to Ashish.

“No worries dude. I’m sure if we don’t talk to them, act like they aren’t

here; there wouldn’t be any problem.

I wished I could believe him. I recognized two of those kids. One was a

tall, skinny, wore a red hat backwards, and didn’t look like he wanted to

have any friends. The other was like half his height, but dressed and

looked the similar. They must have been brothers. Ashish and I started

shooting into the net but we then spotted one of those teenagers

commenting on us. We knew some Polish but at least I was afraid to use

it in front of them. Ashish walked over to them in a way that looked that

he owned all the courts. I both saw and heard him pointing and using

harsh words in Polish to them. They then laughed as if he had been

insulting himself. They shoved him and then pushed him on the ground

and laughed. I ran over to him hoping he was on my side to get out of

here.

“Let’s get outta here!” Ashish told me. We grabbed all our stuff and ran. I

stopped.

“Ashish! They have your ball!” I hollered. I then sprinted over to them

and watched them as they gave it a powerful shot away. They just

crossed the line. I grabbed their volleyball which appeared to be

incredibly light and kicked it as far as I could. I sprinted away while

realizing they were chasing me. Ashish and I both ran as fast as if trying

out for the Olympics. We halt once crossing the corner of the street so

they wouldn’t have known which street to follow us from. I fell to the

ground panting. I had really been proud of myself.

“I actually stood up to them,” I said.

“You ran away!” Ashish laughed.

“That’s not important. At least I put some effort.” I replied.

I was extremely happy and confident. I now knew that I didn’t have to be

afraid. The Important thing was standing up to whoever doesn’t respects

you would be a good thing but sometimes it would be better to let go. To

be the wiser one isn’t to go on trying to play a game getting distracted,

but to let go and try a different solution.

“It’s hard to imagine someone that wouldn’t enjoy this.”

-Kay Minkiewicz, author of Death to the Player, London’s

bestselling author

Jai Bojwani,

One of the greatest authors known. He had been born and raised

and brought up in a city known as Warsaw. He had first written

a story at the age of 5 and had won fame by his tremendous stories.