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     An odd encounter happened on September nineteenth around 7:09 pm. People were at the park. For the first time in like five years I saw people in the park. As I walk towards the gate and slowly open it they look at me with serious eyes. They were probably just as surprised to see me as I was to see them. This uneasy feeling then hit me and I knew Lucky would take the chance to bite them because he doesn't know them. "Dude, chill please, I don't want to have to pry your mouth open off the kid's arm," I told Lucky as he took a quick glance at me and then at them.

     Lucky sees anything as a threat to me or himself. When he sees something of interest, whether a threat or just something that caught his attention, he stands still and all he does is move his ears. Usually he stands like that for about a minute or two at the most. Absorbing every detail he can get in his small, curious mind.

     7:20 pm, the people there are actually kids, three of them. They all seem like they are in eighth grade or they're either freshmen. Then two of them leave.

     As I was thinking about the events that happened in school today, which were quite traumatizing since I was really nervous and was about to have an emotional breakdown, the boy who stayed was playing with a soccer ball by himself. It looked like he was a good soccer player. Or at least he makes it look like he is good by balancing the ball on his foot and head. Kicking the ball at the gate was usually all he did after he got tired of balancing. I assume it was his routine since I've never seen kids, especially him, play here. Ever since they took down the playground I thought kids would never visit this place, I mean there's nothing "fun" about a cemetery. If I was the cemetery I wouldn't expect people, especially kids, to come and visit me often. But surprisingly enough there I was and so was the soccer kid.
     As I was sitting down on the grass on the north end of the park and writing my observations in my book I felt a somewhat hard bump that knocked my book and pen out of my hands. He kicked the ball and it ricochet off the gate and hit my hands. Lucky was about ready to bite the kid's face off but luckily I had his leash in my hand. I gave him back his ball and calmed Lucky down. Then the boy sat next to me but he didn't say a word. He changed his soccer cleats for some sandals and then he just sat there. A couple of minutes past and he took a glance at what I'm doing. Basically I was just writing down details about him and how he looked and what he was doing but I wasn't going to tell him because I thought that would be a little too weird. He broke the ice and asked me if I went to Wooster. If the sweater that I was wearing wasn't obvious enough I told him,"yeah I go to Wooster."
"Oh cool! I'm going to Wooster soon but right now I'm going to Vaughn," he said with a surprised voice.
I asked him with a curious tone in my voice, "Really? Are you in eighth grade or something?"
"No, I'm in seventh grade but I'll be going to Wooster hopefully."
"Nice, maybe I'll see you over there or something."
He left after that last remark. And I knew that I wasn't going to see him at Wooster.