Flashing blue and red lights. Blood litters the halls. Bullet holes in the cinder block walls. EMTs load bodies into black bags and students and teaches alike stand in the parking lot, in shock. The boys in nice suits, the girls in pretty dresses with necklaces, or bracelets. Some crying, hugging their best friend, others sitting on the ground, too stunned to speak. A few people are quickly taken to the hospital in ambulances. Others are patched up by EMTs. Everyone soon would be checked over, but the most severely wounded are taken care of first.
What happened? You may ask. Well, let me take you back in time, nearly five years from now. Back to the September of Freshman Year.
Miles thought high school would be different. Maybe he'd make the quarterback for the football team and get the head cheerleader as his girlfriend. That didn't happen.
When it came time for tryouts, he relalized that Mat was trying out for quarterback too, which he had gotten in both 7th and 8th grade back in middle school.
"Alright, ladies! You are trying out for football! Not ballet!" Coach Miller shouted, "Get stretching!"
Miles sat on the ground and did the basic stretches, Mat sat across the feild a-ways, talking to his friends and stretching. His 'perfect' long-ish dirty blond hair fell in his 'gorgeous' blue-green eyes, he flipped it over and a bunch of girls at the top of the hill sighed.
"Up!" Coach Miller shouted. All of the teens stood, including Miles. "Alright, lets see your spirals!" He tosses every other person a ball, "Pair up!"
A majority of the players surrounded Mat, who had received a ball. "Alright, alright!" He shouted," Back off! Doug, your'e with me!" Doug was Mat's best friend, no wonder.
Miles got paired up with Camelle, a GIRL. She was good, her aim exact. All Miles could manage was a floppy head-over-heels kind of throw. It was sloppy, and went no further than a few yards.
When it came time for tackling, Miles knew he was in trouble. Coach Miller picked. Who did Miles get paired up with? Mat.
"Go!" Shouted Coach Miller.
Mat rushed him, the air was knocked from his lungs and he gasped. He could hear the girls laughing up on top of the hill. He struggled to get out from under Mat's suffocating bulk.
Soon, the pressure lifted and Miles coughed, wheezing, as he grasped his inhailer. He put it to his lips and took two puffs, still laying in the even-cut grass. The sky was clouding up. Was it about to rain, or was it just him?
"Hey. Get up, boy," Coach Miller demanded.
Miles fiddled with his phone and called his mom.
She picked up,"Hello?"
"Mom, can you come pick me up please?"
"Awwww, momma's boy," commented Doug.
"Yeah, sure, of course. What happened?"
"I'll tell you in the car"
"Awww, is baby abowt two cwy?" Mocked Mat.
"Alright, I'll be right there."
This is the day it all started, with just a tackle, and a phone call.
Don't give up on reading this just yet, how we get from point A to point B is all the fun.
