[francel looks hopeful, for a moment, eyes crossing the room towards zephirin once more — but the classes don't seem inclined to mix, and he is quickly accosted by another boy his own age who is looking for a partner. glumly, francel takes his racket and a tennis ball, not without another forlorn look over his shoulder at zephirin...
in time, francel, too, is too warm, his vision swimming as he tries to power through his lightheadedness. his nose and cheeks are flushed a blotchy red — even the very tips of his ears have turned pink — but still, he bounces the ball in his hands against the floor a few times, planning an unusual serve...
bang!
it shoots like a meteor across the gymnasium — guerrique, overly zealous in returning one of zephirin's lobs, has knocked the tennis ball clear out of the upperclassmens' "side" of the room and straight towards francel's head. in his dizzy state, francel didn't even see it coming — it hits him squarely against the side of his skull.
francel sways for a moment, still standing — then he crumples, unceremoniously, to the ground.]
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in time, francel, too, is too warm, his vision swimming as he tries to power through his lightheadedness. his nose and cheeks are flushed a blotchy red — even the very tips of his ears have turned pink — but still, he bounces the ball in his hands against the floor a few times, planning an unusual serve...
bang!
it shoots like a meteor across the gymnasium — guerrique, overly zealous in returning one of zephirin's lobs, has knocked the tennis ball clear out of the upperclassmens' "side" of the room and straight towards francel's head. in his dizzy state, francel didn't even see it coming — it hits him squarely against the side of his skull.
francel sways for a moment, still standing — then he crumples, unceremoniously, to the ground.]