The five year boy took a deep breath as he drew his arm back to its greatest extent. The white paper glider (because aeroplane is too mainstream) had been carefully folded and customized, bearing the initials "P.J.S" on the edge of its right wing. Jungsu squinted his eyes and aimed for the carelessly drawn target, which was in comparison to the paper plane, pure sloppy.

Jungsu had meticulously taken thousands of measurements to fold the paper aeroplane as precisely as possible. The perfection was sickening, but Jungsu was proud.

He finally pumped his arm forward so hard, it may as well have popped out of its socket. The plane left his hand and soared gracefully towards the bullseye... And then a sudden gust of wind blew it off course. Jungsu groaned as the plane soared neatly and deftly out through the grilles.

Rushing out immediately, he saw that a small girl had picked it up.