Charlie’s friends ran over, they thought he was badly hurt. But he wasn’t. He just couldn’t seem to pull himself up off the ground. Falling off his board was the final blow of the last round in a year-long match between him and the world, and Charlie had lost. “Can you feel this?” shouted Josh. His eyes still closed, Charlie nodded and rubbed his head. “He’s alright” Josh’s voice faded as he disappeared behind the playground followed by Tom. Charlie was finally alone. The heat of the afternoon felt like a weight upon him, and he took a deep breath.