Every Sunday

• This piece is intended for all audiences who are able to read.
• The purpose of this piece is to analyze someone based on what we can see on the surface and make assumptions about their personality.
  

Spinning around and around in circles. Feet swinging around, free from the laws of gravity. He stopped once his brother called his name and jumped off the chair. He slowly walked over to the lane, grabbed his favorite "shiny" bowling ball and confidently threw it on the lane. He stood there watching it for a few seconds and turned around with a victorious smile after the ball had demolished all the pins.

His dark hair was cropped short which meant he was either too lazy to take care of it or thought it looked good. He was wearing a fit black t-shirt and his white sweater was hanging on the chair. His also fit jeans made him look sharp but a little too dressy for the bowling alley.

"Andrew ! Good job man..." His name was Andrew. He seemed cocky when he walked back to the chair but maybe he was just proud. He didn't seem to mind when people were beating his score or even doing better than him. He started spinning again , looking around as if he was bored. He looked quite bored which was odd seeing as he came to bowl every Sunday. 4pm until 6 pm. Why would he come to bowl every Sunday for 2 years if he would get bored?

"Andrew, you never lose your touch" The old man complimented him. He must have been Andrews grandfather. As his grandfather went up for his turn, Andrew watched carefully. When his grandfather turned around, he smiled and encouraged him to go on. As he finished his turn, Andrew gave his grandfather props, complimented him and smiled.

It was clear why he came to bowl every Sunday.