"GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME SON!" my dad said yelling in my left ear while shaking my head.
I swear sometimes I just want to kick his ass when he forces me to run a 40-yard dash 4 times in a row and do squats every time I slow down to catch my breath. I signed up for this football summer camp because all of my friends we're going to meet real professional players that play for the Green Bay Packers which is fucking awesome in my opinion. However, my annoying ass dad wanted to apply as a chaperon full time so he can give me his guidance through my recruitment process ready since I'm almost finishing up my senior year of high school. I've never told anyone this, but I love to write anything that involves creativity and imagination. I've never told my dad because if it's not about football then it doesn't shit to him.
"Son, I have been training you for this moment in your life," he said looking at me straight in the eyes.
"I know, I've been waiting for this opportunity to, but I also would like to have fun during this summer to" I said trying to catch my breath.
"Of course you can fun, just don't get to distracted with the fellas to much and don't be hanging with these fast ass girls either.... one day you'll say the same to your kids to son" he said in exhaustion.
"I'm not, I've been working on my....never mind" I said. I wanted to say writing but he don't care about it...or does he?
"Well good, because I'm going to a meeting in a few minutes so in the meantime do whatever you want, but remember to practice your tackles, " he said while walking to the gym leaving me out on the football field to practice my throws, but I'll take a break for now.
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Letters To My True Love
Short StoryThis story is about a boy who writes love letters to his former first love Jazzmine during his days in summer camp for his football career , but she isn't sending no letters back to him ..... did she meet someone else? or did she ignore him?...and...
