The football soured through the air. It was in a perfect spiral and went right over Leo’s head. He had reached his arms out to the max. But the ball was just on his fingertips, but that wasn’t reassuring, so Leo dove into the muddy grass.
“PLAP!” That was the noise Leo made when he hit the ground. It sounded like a painful belly flop, and in a sense, it was, just in a shallow mud pool. Leo had caught the ball, but there was something sad about his face. “I was wearing a white tee,” he sighed. So he told his friends he was going to head out back to the small apartment. Leo’s mom worked full time at a diner, and she was always proud to tell her friends because she was the only female cook there. She did not make tips, but the diner was open from 6 am to 12 am. Sometimes Leo’s mom would have to go in at unreasonable hours, which in his opinion was anything above 9:30 pm. They used to be living off reasonable pay in a sketchy old apartment. And up until now, Leo still thought he did. But when he walked into room six there was an albino-well, at least he looked albino. Leo wasn’t white and this neighborhood didn’t get many white people here either. Leo usually only saw one or two usually in a gang walking down the street. He was sitting in the chair where Leo sat, eating the food Leo ate and-well he was not wearing Leo’s clothes on. The dude wore a suit. Already Leo was getting bad vibes from this guy. He could hear his mom’s distant crying coming from the bathroom. Something bad was up. The man took off his sunglasses revealing harsh grey eyes. He lifted his cup to drink the rest of whatever was in there.
“You are Leonardo Davis Washington, born February 1st, 1997. Your father and mother divorced after a multitude of accidents at multiple 2000 new years eve parties. Your mother then switched over to me to ask personally for a spot in my apartment. You were-” ''Hold on,” Leo said, “How do you know this stuff about me?” “I’m your realtor and your mom’s good friend. I should know all this stuff.” “ But then why is mom crying while you mystically show up?” The man took a long sigh. “Son,” he said, “You are getting evicted.”
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