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CHAPTER 4: An Academic Redemption

CHAPTER 4: An Academic Redemption

B R A N D O N

"Everyone, c'mon c'mon c'mon!" I clapped encouraging half of the team to run faster on their laps. The other half are on the field, throwing footballs at their assigned partners as they did their footwork on those orange cones.

Coach was called at the office, so as the reigning defender of my title as the Captain of this team, I am in charged. Many have dared to challenge me into taking my title but not one passed me ever since the day that I started studying here.

Speaking of . . .

"Wait, where's Darren?" I called to my team and they all paused to look. "Has anyone seen Darren? He's never late." Nor does miss any practice.

A chorus of head shakes answered me as they went back with their businesses.

That's strange. He's usually the one who's always present, trying to steal my place as the Captain of the Team but always failing. (Maybe that's because his ego is taking his mind off. I dunno. His problem, not mine.)

Coach said we are excused from morning classes since The Winter Games are near. And it is the most anticipated football competition that is held each year, competing with other schools and even tough universities. So it is a necessity to train harder.

As boys passed balls to one another, I caught a glimpse of the art department working on the school's banner for The Winter Games. They are just chilling in the bleachers but some are on the edge of the field, painting a huge picture for the school's sigil, with screaming "GO CRHS! CLEMENTI REDHILL HIGH SCHOOL FOR THE WIN! GO GO GO!" occupying the whole space.

My brother and I didn't go to the same school. It's a long story, but to make it as simple as I can possibly can, we were originally from Minnesota until our house burned down to ashes that forced our family to move into our grandma's place. And we ended up staying here in Massachusetts until now.

My parents didn't have any plan on going back to our old home since they founded more opportunities here—just like my mom building her very first successful café, and dad promoted to become the vice-president of VRC—so it was hard for us to move back to Minnesota.

I sighed while remembering these events. Our old town was good, though. I'll be lying if I said that I didn't miss our first house every single time.

And I miss grandma. She gave us the house after she sadly . . . passed away. Granddad was already gone even before we lost our first house to the fire. And I miss granddad. God, I miss them both so, so much.

Bryan and I are usually enrolled in the same private school in Minnesota when we were younger, thus, confusing everyone who is who. And once we moved in here for the first time, my little bro took this opportunity to finally get out of my grasp and "live like an individual," he said.

He reasoned out that it's hard to be popular when I'm always at his side. And I couldn't have agreed more, because whenever I'm with him, I'm always getting into trouble anyway. Don't take it the wrong way, I love my brother to the death but teachers often thought that I'm Bryan and I always end up in trouble so I think separating for once was a good idea.

And it has been a success, because three years and some months have passed, and now we're living happily. Though Bryan sticks with Private Schools, I tried going into a Public School for once; and here I am, a student of Clementi Redhill High School. It really was life-changing.

I stopped on my trance when the running guys are finished with their laps, starting to switch warm-ups from the throwing-half team. I turned and Bob was already in front of me.