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It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon when Van finished the last subject and went to faculty to talk about mister Spotsman. He was invited before by Mr. Spotsman to join sports and school club and he finally set his mind on a specific track that he has natural talent and comfortable with.

“I know I have been avoidant about deciding about the presented options, but now I know what I want.” Van said.

“And what is it?” Mr. Spotsman asked.

“I want to be a sprinter?” he replied.

Mr. Spotsman seemed to be disappointed. Perhaps he expected it would be different.

“A sprinter? I supposed you want to be a basketball player?”

“No. I’m not really good at it, but on sprint, I have quite an experience at running away from bullies on a fight.”

“Ok,” Mr. Spotsman agreed, as if he can force him to change his mind. “If you already settled your mind about it, give it a shot. Tomorrow, come here at school, we’ll have a trial.”

“Mr. Spotsman, if may I ask? Why did you choose to invite me?”