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He jogged across the field, desperately trying to keep up with the other guys at playing football. (or soccer as Americans like to call it.) It didn't helped that some of the upper class boys was snickering and making fun at him.
"Are you sure that he's the younger brother of Sam?" some have murmured. Although they haven't done a good job at murmuring because Riley can still hear them.
Sam was Riley's older brother who was the varsity player of their school before he graduated. It wasn't his fault that he was shit at playing football. It wasn't his fault that his brother was practically worshipped at his school even though he already graduated last year. It wasn't his fault that his mom forced him to play football like his brother.
It also didn't help that he was having a bad day already, too early. He wasn't a morning person and the coach just had to schedule their training in the morning.
Riley was sick of his mom saying, "Oh look at Sam! Sam this and that." He didn't hated his brother or anything, in fact they were quite close, but he was so tired and annoyed at the fact that his mom always compares him to his brother. He played football just so his mom can leave him alone.
Riley was the goalee and he had to block the ball that was coming in his way but, instead of blocking it, he attempted to kick the ball away from him. In the process, he slipped, hitting his back on the grassy ground. He groaned and muttered a few curse words as his team mates snorted at the sight of him.
"Hey loser! You're just going to block the damn ball! What's so hard about that?" A senior player taunted. His friends laughed at his little comment.
Riley had enough for the day, so he stood up from his position and grabbed the ball.
"You know what? I've had enough! I don't want this stupid ball! I don't want to block it! I don't even want to be here with you dimwits!" Riley yelled and threw the ball directly at the senior guy's way but he dodged it briskly.
The ball directly hit their coach who was talking to someone. The coach was startled and his eyes searched the field. The senior smirked at Riley and jogged towards their football coach.
"Coach, I think Riley did it on purpose." he coughed.
The coach's eyes squinted and pointed at Riley and gestured for him to come closer. Riley groaned as he walked towards him. He already knew he was in trouble.
