To say that life's hard is an understatement, but it is even harder if you're stupid. Okay, yes. I did just rip off John Wayne a little bit. Well, he wasn't wrong. Anyway, my point is, life is hard. I didn't know how hard it was until I learned something about a little someone my sophomore year. It was in the middle of football tryouts. The memory is so fresh in my mind; it has only been a year, but still.
* flashback*
This is horrible. My nerves are everywhere. My hands are sweaty. My heart is racing. I feel as if I have to throw up. I'm getting dizzy. I can't stop though; I have to keep pushing through. Fast. Faster. Fast.....I keep telling myself that to give me motivation. I have to make the football team. Quarterback or wide receiver. I could care less about any other position though. I keep running, seeing as the touchdown line is merely two feet from me. Score!
Coach just told us to take five, and I honestly couldn't be any happier. I was in the middle of drowning my insides with water when my best friend since diapers started to strut towards me. Yes, strut. The very best thing about Alex is that he is not afraid to be himself.
" Hey."
" Hey."
" Can you come over after try outs? I really have to tell you something."
" Dude, I basically live at your house."
" I know, Alex, but please."
" Yeah. Just let me text the parents."
" Okay, thanks."
" Why can't you just tell me now?"
" It's super private. Really personal. Too private."
" Yet you chose me."
" You've been my brother since kindergarten."
" Okay. After practice."
I can not focus on anything having to do with this play. I am too worried
about Alex and what he has to tell me to focus on anything else.
GUYS I AM IN THE CAR DOING THIS AND I AM GETTING EXTREMELY CAR SICK. I WILL JUST ADD THE REST OF THIS TO CHAPTER FOUR.
