My name is Leo, and not for nothing. I’m eight years old, but already, like Lionel Messi, soccer is my life. Dribbling, shooting, scoring… If I could, I’d spend all my time with a ball, following in my idol’s footsteps. Except that there’s school too. To get into CE2 next week, I have to practice reading and writing at least two hours a day, otherwise I risk repeating the year. Dad says I’ll do fine anyway, but Mom’s really worried. Especially since, for the past few weeks, Michel, my big brother, has locked himself in his room all day long. He seems to be somewhere else, as if he’s waiting for something or someone. But we’re running out of time, if we’re to avoid overtime…
