"Jordi"
"Si, Mami"
"I forgot to get milk. Go get some before the store closes, Mijo "
"Si, Mami" Jordi gave his grandmother a kiss. It would be a quick ride to the store.
"Hey Jordi."
"Hey Carlos." Jordi waved as he rode by.
"Jordi. I was just about to close up."
"Sorry, Rafael. My grandmother forgot to get milk."
"How's school?"
"Good." The old man nodded as he handed Jordi his change and the bag. "Be careful riding your bike home. It's starting to get dark."
"I will."
The ball came out of no where. Hit him in the back. One second he was on his bike. The next he was on the ground. His jeans were torn and he could see blood on his leg. His hands were scratched and bloody.
"Are you okay?" A man Jordi didn't recognize was kneeling next to him. "I"m so sorry. My boys didn't mean to hit you." Jordi could see two boys, maybe 10 years old, standing behind their father.
"It's okay. It was an accident." Jordi sat up. His head was spinning a little. "I'm fine."
"Your wheel is bent. I can fix it for you."
"It's okay. I can get my cousin to fix it this weekend."
"No really. I insist. My tools are at work. I'll give you a ride home and bring your bike to you tomorrow."
"Sure." Jordi reached for the man's offered hand. But when he stood up, everything went black.
