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2)Romeo

"Montana, pick it up!"

I huffed as I ran past Coach Winters, making my way around the track. My homie Ty Neal caught up to me as I picked up my speed.

"Coach trippin dawg." He complained.

"Hell yeah. Who has a pro football team running outside in eighty degree weather?"

"Coach Winters." We said simultaneously.

Hold up, let me introduce myself. My name is Romeo Tyrell Montana. Imma twenty three year old, lighskin, one hundred ninety eight pound, five foot eleven, tatted up nigga. I'm the youngest of two, my big brother Romello being twenty eight. I'm currently living my dream of playing in the NFL. I was drafted last year from UofI in Chicago.

"How you feel about playin for the Falcons?" Ty asked.

"It ain't the Bears but it's aight." I shrugged.

"I know you had to be mad when Coach took you from Chicago. First round draft pick too? I would have been heated."

"I mean at first I was cause Chicago is home. But, I gotta try new things. Plus I heard ATL got some baddies out here." I said, earning a high five from him.

"On the field!" Coach yelled out to us.

We walked over to the middle of the field where we had to do our second set of stretches.

"Man, the season start in three weeks. I'm ready as hell." Ty said, stretching his arm.

"Me too. It's just so unreal to me though."

"I know, and you the youngest on the team. How that feel?"

I shrugged, bending my right leg up behind my back. Me being the youngest and smallest in weight made people underestimate me.

"I mean, I was drafted first round and was the only one from Illinois to be drafted. So I guess I did something right."

"Yeah you did. Two thousand touchdowns in two seasons? I couldn't even do that."

I laughed and continued to stretch. Coach Winters blew his whistle, causing everyone to stop talking.

"This season, we are going to crush the other teams. We are going to the Superbowl. And we are going to win. Am I right?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Fasho!"

"Damn right!"

I just nodded my head as everyone else verbally agreed.

"Montana, you and Kyle get up here."

I walked to the front where Nathan Kyle stood with a football in his hand.

"Go long."

I ran north as Nathan prepared to throw the ball. He threw it and I caught it with ease.

"Now throw it back."

I threw the ball, making it spin. It went over Kyle's head as he went for it.

"I knew I liked you kid. Good work. Monday, we start real practice. Five in the morning, be here."

We all gathered our stuff and Ty walked over to me.

"You tryna hit the strip club tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Aight. I'll text you."

I nodded and headed to my car. As I drove, my big brother called me. I answered and his voice boomed through my speakers.

"Sup lil bro?"