As I ran at full speed down the sidewalk, I made out the silhouette of a boy I knew very well.
"Warren, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously.
"..." Warren didn't answer; he just pointed ahead, indicating what he was looking at.
"Could you at least say hello? You are incredibly rude, Warren!" I said as I punched him several times on the arm.
"Yowch!"
"You two are so funny!"
"Hmm?" A strange laugh caught my attention as I continued punching Warren. I turned toward the sound, realizing it came from the same direction Warren was pointing.
On the sidewalk, against the wall of a store, was a boy sitting. He had a big afro and a bright smile.
A beggar? No, impossible: his clothes were not in disrepair but impeccable, just like his radiant smile. However, I noticed that there were two crutches leaning against the wall and a small cardboard sign that read, "Foretell your future."