"All right, all right everyone, my name is Coach Boone, this here is Coach Yoast, and this lovely lady here is Coach Bertier." Boone introduces us. We stand in front of the next Titans football team. A lot of the guys from last year are back, along with a few newbie freshmen.
"Report for camp August 14th, 7:29 am. If you report at 7:30, you will not play football this year. Meet in the school parking lot, only formal wear permitted." Boone continues. "Now, Coach Bertier is going to read off a few warnings that she came up with."
I step forward and start reading down the list.
"All right everyone. This is just a list I wrote with information that might help you out a bit. Uh, let's see. Oh! Don't buy pool passes from the upperclassmen, because there is no pool. Don't fight with your teammates, because Boone will find out and hate you forever. Don't disrespect me, because I will kick your ass. Don't mess with Julius, because he will also kick your ass, and don't spend too much time on the phone, because everyone in line will kick your ass." I read off.
"And don't mess with Petey!" Petey calls out.
"Eh" I shrug, making everyone laugh. "Alright coach, check 'em in."
"Okay everyone, I'm Coach Yoast, the defensive coach. If you were here last year and are keeping your current position, you're free to go. If you're new, or you want to change the position you play, stay here."
Most of the old group leaves, and I do the same.
"Carrie, did you come up with that list on your own?" Julius asks me.
"Yup." I say proudly
"Hey hey, guys, look." Alan says, running over with Petey and Blue. They point to the back of the group, where Ray is talking with some other guy.
"Do you think he's trying out for the team again this year?" Sunshine asks, walking over.
"Hang on." I reach in my pocket and pull out the list of names that Boone gave me. I find the B's and look through them. "There! Ray Budds."
"Crap." Petey says.
"Maybe he's changed?" I offer
"Who knows. But he hasn't approached us, so let's just act like he's not there." Alan offers.
We all agree, then decide to go eat at Hal's.
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