Remember the Titans
Alan Bosley
"C'mon Carrie! We need a ref!" Complained Gerry. "No! You never listen to me!" I said, stomping my foot. Gerry looked at me for a second. "You're right, we don't need you. Who needs an annoying 8 year old little siste...
"Hey! Carrie!" says the team exitedly when I walk into the locker room.
"Hi?" I ask, confused about their enthusiasm.
Coach Yoast walks over. "We've been so proud of your participation and assistance with this team, that we've decided to make you an honorary member." He hands me a T-shirt that says Bertier, and underneath it, the number 61.
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I smile and take it. "Why sixty one?"
"That's the year you joined our team. And we want you to come back next year." explains Gerry.
"Thank you." I hug Coach Yoast.
"Now, put that on, then let's go play some football!" says Yoast. Everyone cheers. I run to the bathroom, quickly change my shirt, and run back to the locker room, where we wait for Coach Boone.
"I'm so nervous." Louis says, shaking out his arms.
"Man, if we beat them..." starts Alan
"They'l be so embarrassed." I finish.
"We'll show them." says Blue.
"Alright team, on your feet, on your feet." says Coach Boone. "Listen up. I'm not gonna talk to you tonight about winning and losing. You're already winners because you didn't kill eachother up at camp." He earns a few chuckles. "Tonight, we got Hayfield. Like all the other schools in this conference, they're all white. They don't have to worry about race. We do. "But we're better for it. Let me tell you something, you don't let anything, nothing, come between us. Nothing tears us apart. In Greek Mythology, the Titans were greater than the gods. They ruled their universe with absolute power. Well that football field out there tonight, that's our universe. Let's rule it like Titans."
We all clap, and do a quick prayer before going out. We line up, and I get to go in front with the coaches.
We march past the dance team, which is starting their usual cheers. Now, when I say dance team, I mean the dance/cheer team. Anyways, they're singing their usual chants. My friend Suzie gives me a high five as I walk by, and the other girl, Jasmine, stares at me, wide eyed, as I join the coaches on the side of the field. The team does their warm ups, and Boone disappears to I don't know where.
I walk over to the dance team, which is taking a water break.
I give Suzie a quick hug. "How's the team this year?"
"It sucks." she tells me. "And it's no fun without you on it. Please tell me you're coming back next year."
I turn around to look at the team, who's warming up on the field. "I don't know. I kind of like being a coach."
She shrugs. "I know. It was worth a try though."
I smile, but my smile fades when I see Jasmine walking over.
"Uh oh." says Suzie.
"What you doing here, girly?" asks Jasmine.
"Relax, I'm not here for you to drop me again." I sneer.
