False Start

Friday, I was super late to lunch. Coach Greer caught me in conditioning and held me back to talk to me about the track meet. He was rightfully concerned that my head wasn’t in prepping for it and, even though it wasn’t a major meet, I had been beating most of my classmates during practice. […]

Tuesday I rushed from practice with Coach Holloway to the gym, not even bothering to change anything except my shoes. I was just glad it was being played here instead of away and it wasn’t Monday or Wednesday, or seven-on-seven would have pushed practice another hour and I would have missed most of the game. […]

Dad pulled the squad car into the gravel lot outside West Texas Feed and Supply, the familiar smell of grain and fertilizer hitting us before we even opened the doors. To say I was nervous about this was an understatement. I pulled on the… [See More on Patreon]

I was actually nervous as I walked out to the field the following Wednesday. Today was a big day, and could decide if I got into a D1 program or even the NFL, eventually. Today was the day that I was supposed to meet with Coach Moreno and Coach Holloway had… [See More on Patreon]

I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to join Li and her mother. The day had actually been good, in spite of the five-hour car ride that was about half lecture and without music for the entirety of it. We’d visited a few people briefly, which was awkward since […]

It was difficult to get used to eating lunch with only one hand. Ever since our talk on Sunday when we’d gotten back together, she’d been extremely clingy. This included sitting right up against me at lunch, so close that I had to put my left arm around her, since there was nowhere else for […]