Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it … - Sarah Dessen

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself for the next hit, and feel something. Something grainy and small, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.

And that was as far as he got before i heard it. The thumping of footsteps, running up the lawn toward me: It seemed like I could hear it through the grass, like leaning your ear to a railroad track and feeling the train coming, miles away. As the noise got closer I could hear ragged breaths, and then a voice.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.