I let out a huff. There's no way this dumb tree is going to stop me!

I start my descent. As I do, the man gets up and leaves, not seeing me. 

When I am not far from the bottom, I lose my footing and fall off the stalk, bracing the impact with my knee. 

OW!!!

I hiss quietly. Of course I had to fall on the concrete bike path right next to the tree.

Despite the discomfort, I get to my feet, limping to a nearby bench.

I sit down and wince, rolling up my jeans to find a giant scrape. There wasn't much blood, but a bruise was forming that was definitely going to hurt more tomorrow.

Aish....I'm so reckless. 

After a while, someone walks over. I hide my wound. 

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asks, adjusting the glasses he was wearing.

His face is one of a prince you read in stories. I resist my mouth going agape.

Should I let him sit with me?

-Sure thing.

-Nah.....