The Edge; Engelse versie

Part 4

Good workout, everyone! cried coach????? Back to training tomorrow. Make sure you are rested! Practice every day until the players drop. That's Sky's daily routine . His parents made him choose football as a sport and he had to be the best quarterback. But what Sky herself wanted is to dance. He didn't want to be a top athlete at all, and certainly not to win the title of "best quarterback of the year" or whatever other awards there were. Dance. That is what he had always wanted and what he still longed for. Still, he continued to pretend that he liked it and that he is happy with his title as "best quarterback of the year". Thank you coach! Good evening Sky said to his coach and proceeded to the locker room to change and go home. He walked to the parking lot of his school, where his parents were waiting for him. Hi, said Sky as he got into the car. "How was your day today?" his mom asked. Okay, I guess, Sky replied quickly. He didn't like to talk about his days at school, because they always led to conversations about football or girls. And he didn't particularly like to talk about that now: He hadn't yet told his parents that he'd run into someone at school that he somehow "had a soft spot for," as his friends said. Her name was Alexa. His friends told him to ask her out, but he didn't really dare. because they always led to conversations about football or girls. And he didn't particularly like to talk about that now: He hadn't yet told his parents that he'd run into someone at school that he somehow "had a soft spot for," as his friends said. Her name was Alexa. His friends told him to ask her out, but he didn't really dare. because they always led to conversations about football or girls. And he didn't particularly like to talk about that now: He hadn't yet told his parents that he'd run into someone at school that he somehow "had a soft spot for," as his friends said. Her name was Alexa. His friends told him to ask her out, but he didn't really dare. How was he supposed to know what to say? She probably hasn't even seen me walk yet, Sky had said at the time. But his friends had quickly responded with: Do you really think she didn't see you walking?! You're the quarterback of the year, aren't you." "Well, then I'm not her type..." Sky had replied, turning him around and walking off to his next class... "Did you have a good training?" his father asked. Yes, the coach said we should be rested by tomorrow, Sky replied. They had an important game coming up soon, so Sky had to keep their wits about them. I understand that coach: soon match and you look like potato chips," replied his father. How does that keep happening? Is it so But Sky had stopped listening. Each training lasted until at least half past eight, so he was already getting a bit dreamy. He would sit in the car and dream about what it would be like to be a professional dancer. Dancing on the stage of the Garnier, everyone looking at you and then at the end, after a graceful Grand-jeté, everyone applauds for you. And last but not least, you end up with a beautiful bow. Sky? someone suddenly asked and he was startled out of his thoughts. His mother looked at him concerned. "Is everything alright?" she asked. Yeah, sure, said Sky. I was dreaming Why? There is someone at our door, do you know that person? his mother asked, causing Sky to look straight out. A girl with short blond hair that was colored purple in the tips stood and looked at him. He unfastened his seatbelt and the car door and said, "No, I don't think so no" before walking over to her. As he stood by her she handed him an envelope with his name and said, Read this very carefully and come to the right place at the right time if you agree. Details are in there, she pointed to the envelope. Have fun reading and hope to see you soon. She turned and walked back to the street. Sky stood looking at her in amazement and asked just in time, Hey, wait a minute! He walked over to the girl, took her arm and turned her around. Now that he was close, he could see that she had blue eyes that were both bright blue and almost completely black. She looked at him with a smile and a little annoyed. "What's your name again?" he asked. I hadn't said that yet, the girl replied shortly. "Can you say your name now?" he asked. He had no idea what to do at this point. She seemed so familiar to him. "Jane." said the girl with a smile and turned to continue walking home, or so Sky thought. Sky also turned and walked back to his house. Dinner was calmer and quieter than usual, so Sky asked if he could leave the table early to do homework and went to his room. He immediately sat down and took the letter he had received almost an hour ago. He opened the envelope and took out a letter that you usually only saw in movies or series that deal with the Middle Ages. But he wasn't thinking about that now: his main concern was what was in the letter itself, so he read it carefully

Dear Sky?????

You are one of the selected people expected in the new team.

You have been specially chosen because of your abilities in the field of Sport.

We have been watching you for several weeks and have determined that you are the right person to join the team.

We've been looking for new talents for a while and are glad we finally found them.

The new team needs different talents who can ensure that a part of the world has become calmer.

We must warn you of the many dangers that can be there.

You will not enjoy doing everything equally, but we are always there for you if something should be wrong.

We would really appreciate you joining the team.

We expect you with the answer to this letter at 21:14 sharp at the smallest fountain in the park next to your school.

If your answer is yes, come to that place and at the time described. Is your answer no; just stay home or don't come to the place.

Best regards and hope to see you then

Mr. S. Hale