On The Court

Andy practiced again. She had gotten very good. I keep tending my coffee goblet to people in the street. I'm really tired from this life.

"Does it happen to you to be sick and tired from the streets?" I ask her.

"Obviously, all the time. It's normal. We see everyone around us has a great life but we don't even have a little fragment from what they have. It's frustrating! But don't worry, we'll soon be off that street too." she said after crossing her arms.

"I'm tired." I simply say.

"I'm cold." Andy answers.

"Should we go inside for a rest? We have enough money for dinner and we don't want to fall sick now." I say before Andy agrees and we move in.

I enter the station and see something I've never seen before. It's not a big thing, but it's that kind of thing which is interesting to me. It's a tennis paper about a club. I open curiously but I feel like I'm observed. I turn around and see the old man I haven't seen in days.

"You scared me. I'm Clara, nice to meet you." I say.

"I'm Paul. It's a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e for me too." he answered.

Then thousands of question come to my head. How old is he? What's his second name? What does he do in life?

"I have that feeling to know you. Everytime I see you, it's like I see something I know in you." I admit.

"Your not the only one who told me that. Your friend sent me here with you because you had to ask me something was that it?" Paul asked as I put the paper back.

"Yes it was. Do you mind if I ask you a last question?" I say.

"Of course not." he answers.

"In what industry do you work?" I finally ask my question.

"I'm a tennis coach at that place near where I see you walking times to times." Paul answers.

I'm shocked. I didn't know that. He's not that old but I still wouldn't have thought about it.

"Oh? I play tennis, I might come there this summer." I say surprisingly.

"But don't you know about the courts inside? They built it during the winter and just finished. You can start playing just now." he says.

I haven't thought about that! I should've checked on their advertis.e.m.e.nt papers all around. I'm decided. Tomorrow, I'm going to my friend's place to recuperate my racket. I'll tell Andy later.

"I'll see what I can do. Bye!" I say before rejoining Andy.

"So did you discover where you know him from?" Andy asks.

"No, but I discovered better." I smile at her.

"What?" she smiles back.

"He's the coach from that tennis club I'm going to go to." I say.

"That's great!" she says.

"I won't be with you all day tomorrow, I'm going to take my racket at Philip's." I say.

"Okay! I'm so hungry, can we go take dinner?" Andy and I walk out and find a restaurant in which food is not too expensive.

***

It's time for us to go sleep. We sit on the ground, near the stairs, and recover ourselves with the blanket. I can't sleep that night. All I can think about is playing tennis all day. I can't wait. Tomorrow's going to be a good day. I give my racket to Phillip everytime the good season ends because he has a house and he can't really help us with money. That's his way to pay us back, in a certain way. I'm very tired. I don't even hear myself wishing good night to Andy because I fall asleep before. Even if I pertinently know tomorrow's going to look almost the same as today, I really can't wait.