Something I wrote last year for advisory class

He ran as fast as he could. The other guy dashed for the ball. It was Friday and the jungle was not quiet, if anything it was noisy. Laughing, screeching, screaming, yelling seemed like something they were accustomed to. Constantly tapping the item on the wall of Decision. They were taken away by the game, they ran after the ball like a wolf preying on a deer. They seemed to forget about the world and everything around them. Today I realized what a single handball game can do to a single human.