Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

School football team pt.2 (Tommy and his parents)

TW- use of some pretty nasty words -r word- (I will not completely say them, probably using a - to replace a letter), bullying

Third person POV:

The other team got the ball quickly and Tommy got a tackle in on their striker. It was clean, the ball went straight out from between his legs and if anything, the kid 'fell over' by just making himself fall to the floor. "Sir! What was that!"

"Dirtiest tackle I've ever seen, sir!" Another boy on the other team commented. Even Tommy's own team mates were agreeing with them.

"Sorry, I didn't see it. You all saying it was a bad tackle?"

"Actually sir, I got the ball pretty cleanly from his feet." Tommy tried to stand up for himself.

The rest of the boys protested. "Okay, well I'll give you a yellow Tom. Just watch it next time, yea?"

"Yes sir." At this point, Tommy realised why he hadn't wanted to join a sports team before. Kids bullied him no matter what he did.

5 minutes later there was a throw in and Tommy was about to take it. "You can't take it skinny arms, pass it here." Tommy reluctantly passed the ball to one of his team mates and found some space to stand in on the pitch. He was the only player on their team completely unmarked and in range for the throw.

"Charlie! Here! I'm free!" Charlie looked over at Tommy, giving him a scowl. He proceeded to throw, the ball going straight to the other team who went onto score. Tommy was shoved to the ground unexpectedly, he felt the mud spray across him and he hated it.

"They wouldn't have scored if it weren't for you distracting me f-ing r-tard."

"Sorry Charlie, but I was free. No one else was."

"The only thing you were free of was any brain cells." His friends laughed, backing him up. Tommy went to stand up, only to be pushed down again. The teacher blew his whistle and called the boys over to end the trials. After they were a fair distance away, Tommy got up and went and stood at the back of the group once again. This time covered in mud and holding back tears.

"Right, the A team have a match next Wednesday so the team sheet should be out tomorrow or Thursday. B team, you have a game next week, so your sheet will be out the same time. Well done today boys, some really impressive stuff. Your parents should be at the front of school waiting for you. Off you guys go." Tommy went to leave, walking behind the group. Quietly the teacher said, "oh Tom. Can I just talk to you quickly?" Tommy nodded, instantly worrying he was going to get told off for his 'bad tackle' earlier. The rest of the boys filed off the field, leaving Tommy and the teacher.

"So I uh know you're autistic and I want you to know, it doesn't change anything. You look like a really good footballer."

"Thanks sir."

"Do you reckon you might be able to learn how to header by next Wednesday?"

"Why next Wednesday? That's the A team match."

"Because you're in the A team Tom."

"Oh. Thanks Sir!"

"No need to thank me. But you got that muddy in that bad tackle?"

"No, not exactly."

"I'm listening."

"It wasn't a bad tackle. The other boys just don't like me. I'm muddy because Charlie pushed me to the floor. I was the only one free for a throw in and he refused to throw to me. It went straight to the other team who then scored. He blamed it on me, and then called me an f ing r-word."

"I'm sorry Tom, that's not very kind of him. I'll raise it with your head of year, for now, keep practicing Yea?"

"Will do sir. Oh and here's the bib." Tommy handed the mud-covered bib back to his teacher and then walked back into the school changing rooms to get his stuff.

He recognised his mum's car outside the school. Normally he would walk home, but his mum was probably so desperate to hear how the trials had gone.

"Hey mum."

"Hey Tom. So, did they go well? You look muddy and I'm sure that's a good thing." She started the car and got driving.

"Yea, sir said I'm on the A team, so I'm playing in a game next Wednesday."

"Yes! I'm so proud of you Tom! Why don't we go out for a family meal tonight to celebrate?"

"Sure mum, I'd love that."

"Good. So they were good, you make any friends while you were there?" Tommy's mum said hopefully.

"Not really. Just some more bullies. One kid said my boots were sick but then laughed at me, so I don't know what that's supposed to mean. They made fun of me for not knowing how to head a ball. They claimed I made a bad tackle so that I got a yellow card when I didn't. And they shoved me to the ground and called me an f-ing r-word." Tommy's mum was nearly in tears and rage ran through her veins. "But no, it was good thanks Mum. I got an the A team, so it must have gone well."

She smiled and tried to look happy for her son. He hadn't understood the boy's comment about his boots, but his mother had. He hadn't understood the true relevance of the slur used, but his mother had. He hadn't understood how difficult next Wednesday's match was going to be, but his mother had. "That's good Tom. I'm proud of you for trying out. It doesn't matter what the others think Yea. I'll ask Dad whether he can get time off work, he might be able to come and watch."

"That would be awesome. Are you going to come too?"

"Is it going to be after school hours?"

"Yea I think so."

"Then of course Tom. I'll be cheering, maybe I should make a banner."

"Please don't Mum. Just come and stand there quietly with Dad. Don't be embarrassing."

"It's my job Tom."

"Sure. Just don't please."

"Fine! Fine! I won't." They fell about into a fit of laughter which continued till they got home.

"Hey Tom. How'd it go?"

"I got into the A team Dad!"

"Come here," Tommy's dad squeezed him tightly in a hug, smiling at Tommy's mum with pride. "So proud of you mate. When is your first game?"

"Wednesday. Are you going to come watch?"

"Yes, of course I will be."

"Cool. Also my coach wants me to learn how to head a ball by then."

"We better get practicing then. Drop your school bags upstairs and we'll go straight to the park to practice."

"Yep!" Tommy was already running up the stairs excitedly.

Time skip not to a particular time though:

Tommy and his dad practiced every day after school, and for hours at the weekend. It came to Tuesday night and every ball Tommy's dad threw at him, he could header back. Tommy was beaming with pride and excitement. In fact that Tuesday night he barely slept from excitement. Maybe if he could just show the other kids how good he was at football, they wouldn't bully him this time. Maybe if he could just show his coach that he deserved to be on the A team, the coach would fight to keep him there. Maybe if he could just prove to himself he could be a part of something, he would stop feeling so sad all the time. It was hard to be happy when you were always alone, Tommy knew that. But Tommy didn't know how to make himself feel better.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. I'm on exam week at the moment and will be next week too, so uploads have slowed to once every 2 days as previously mentioned. They might pick up again afterwards, but it's unlikely as I'll still be pretty busy with school this year. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 17K AND 18K! YOU GUYS ARE INCREDIBLE, NEVER FORGET IT! Anyway, requests are welcome, visit the requests page for more info, and be aware it might take a little while to be published. Hey all the new people who are now reading. Hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day.

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