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Penelope was totally and utterly bored out of her mind. Her brother was off with one of his other friends, and her parents didn't really say where they were. Currently, she was laying on a park bench and tossing a worn and tattered rugby ball up and down, catching it every time. Deep in her thoughts, she threw it up again. However, it didn't land in her palm like the previous times.
It had hit a boy, not too far away, in the head. Not hard enough to hurt him of course. She scrambled onto her feet and ran over, apologizing profusely and picking up the ball. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" She managed to speak out, over and over.
It had hit a boy, not too far away, in the head. Not hard enough to hurt him of course. She scrambled onto her feet and ran over, apologizing profusely and picking up the ball. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" She managed to speak out, over and over.