Gamma Jack
Metroville shone under the golden light of the sunset. The cars played their horn in crowded avenues, the children left the school with giant backpacks on the back, and on the terraces of the coffees you heard laughs mixed with the aroma of freshly ground coffee. It was a common day in the city ... or at least it seemed. Suddenly, a green flash crossed the sky like a kite. The heads rose, the phones rose in the air, and a murmur toured the street. Only a hero made tickets like this: Gamma Jack. —It's Jack the handsome! A teenager exclaimed, almost dropping from his skateboard. There it was: descending with a perfect smile, hairstyle hair as if the wind were his personal stylist, and that radiant wake that wrapped him as a film reflector. Gamma Jack not only saved the day, he also decorated it. - Nothing like a triumphal landing ... "He whispered to himself, accommodating his jacket as he put his feet on the ground as if he stepped on a carpet
About Gamma Jack
Metroville shone under the golden light of the sunset. The cars played their horn in crowded avenues, the children left the school with giant backpacks on the back, and on the terraces of the coffees you heard laughs mixed with the aroma of freshly ground coffee. It was a common day in the city ... or at least it seemed. Suddenly, a green flash...Read more