The Park

The day had been quite quite stressful and so I decided to go to the park where I could relax and maybe catch up on news from my friends. I had also brought my basketball as there was a hoop at this park where hardly anyone played so most of the time I was by myself but sometimes I joined by the local kids who loved playing with me.
As I walked to the court I heard the soft cries of a young boy who was around the corner, softhearted I am so I went to see what was going on and I noticed he was holding a letter and although I could not read it I realized that it could not possibly be good from what I could see.
His hair was a soft red and his eyes were green although around them was red, he was wearing a soft green shirt and black jeans and his boots were black. Not wanting to interrupt I walked away deciding at that moment that the boy needed some time to be alone.