A thirteen years old Nicholas fell down the ground, his sleek and straight hair falling over on his face and blinding him even more then the dirt did that got in to his eyes when he fell right on to his face, over the side planting bed, off the soft grass.
“Ouch!”
Nicholas complained, while his brother Lucas and his cousins, Vincent and Salva only rushed past him, not caring even if they hit the poor meek boy with their feet as well, as they rushed after the ball that rolled through the large lawn on the mansion.
Nicholas got up and swept off his clothes that were smitten with dirt and at the same time, he ran his fingers through his smooth straight hair, that were different than his brother’s curly ones. Their hair were the only differentiating points between the two boys and it had be
