It's early morning and the sweet scent of autumn and freshly cut grass fills the air. The Sun is low in the sky and the shadows are long, the grass sparkles as the morning dew shines in the morning sunlight.
Greg is stood at the bus stop in his drabby uniform, his rucsac is slung over one shoulder and his hair covers one eye. Greg doesn't have many friends, most people think he's a bit weird, they don't like the way he dresses, the way he talks, or the fact he used to be a city boy.
The Sun had now come further up and was shining through the bare branches of the autumnul trees, that look like a giants skeliton. The rolling hill's of North Wales, dotted with sheep and drystone walls look pretty. Large holes where the old slate miners had scratched at the giant rock sat in the hillside, the streams of rain riding all over them, like tears mourning over the giants huge black gravestone. The golden leaves lie like a carpet on the green hills.
Greg turned, he heard a sound. He smiled, not many things made him smile, or laugh, but this did, his girlfriend. Ceri, who had lived in Wales all her life was running with her school bag and open arms ready for a hug towards her boyfriend. She was a good friend, she understood him, she listened to him, but she wasn't like him, no, she had friends, lots of friends, and a full family. Greg embraced his girlfriend and felt warm inside.
"Hiya baby." he said into her ear "Last day of year ten. Blimey, I need this holiday." they parted but held hands. Ceri is quite a fit girl, medium size, long blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, a stunner, she'd wanted a change from the boring country boys that had been harrasing her for most of her dull, boring country life and Greg was perect. A rugby player, muscles, designer clothes, nice hair, great personality, but most of all, in Ceris' opinion, a great kisser. "Yeah, me too. I've worked so hard this term it's about time." her Welsh accent was quite thick but Greg had gotten used to it pretty quickly, he thaught the accent made her a bit more cute.
They were talking about people at school and how everyone was talking behind each others back when Greg heard the noise, it wasn't like the engine of the bus it was different, it was like the sound of a rally car. Just then he saw it, a huge VW rally came around the sharp wet bend too fast, the driver lost controll of the car and it began to slide sideways towards the boy and his girlfriend. Ceri stood paralized, her deep blue eyes fixed to the black sliding car. It got closer, closer, closer still Greg saw he had to do something anything to save his girlfriends life. He dumped his bag and tackled Ceri to the floor, she screamed as the speeding car hit the curb and flew over the top of the two youngsters. It landed several feet from their heads making a huge hole in the grass. The wheels spun as they tryed to get grip as they did the car sped off. Greg stood up fast but the car had gone, Ceri was still screaming. Greg helped her up and sat her on a park bench.
"Y-y-you" she sobbed "You saved my l-life." he rubbed a reassuring hand over her back. He had saved her life, he knew he was a hero, yet it didn't have the same feel to it "Yeah babe, I wasn't gonna stand and watch you get killed. I love you." his hands were shaking but he felt happy letting Ceri snuggle into his jacket. Today was the day he became a hero.
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