Chapter 7

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Today was Sunday and after the big game Matt just had yesterday he did not plan on waking up. Boom, Boom Boom! Matt heard this noise repeatedly. It sounded like someone tapping on wood. Matt figured it was his front door. Matt got out the bed and walked slowly to the front door, then he unlocked it and opened it. Standing there he seen an old African american man. "Hello my name is Steve, I am a scout from the university of California Santa Monica." The man said.
Matt wasn't expecting anyone today, "uhh hi" Matt sighed. 
"May I come in" said the scout.
"Yes you may" 
The man came in and sat on the couch Matt sat next to him.
"Are your parents home?" The scout question.
"Yes, I mean no, no they went to the grocery story." Matt said nervously.
"So that's a no?" The scout said.
"Yes that's a no."
"Alright I'm really hear to talk about your game so... Let's get to it" The scout explained.
"Okay" Matt said.
"So we here at UCSM like players that can score on runs, score like three three pointers in 5 minutes." The scout said.
Matt was silent.
"You showed us just that Matt, you could be a valuable player here at UCSM."
Matt still was silent
" but... What happened in the middle of the game when you tried to fight that guy."
"I don't know old enemy" Matt said.
"We have zero tolerance for threats, fights, gang banging, or flat out having enemy's here at UCSM"  the scout said.
Matt was silent.
" I'll leave my brochure and you need to work on your anger issues." The scout said.
"I certainly will sir." Matt said.
The scout left without another word leaving Matt to think about this college, ~alone~

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