Why I Hang On

Age 11-14

Here we go again, my next 3 ages, 2nd worst years of my life. So.

Age 11, I played on a football team, we were a pretty good team. We only ran a 5-3 season, but our wins were blow outs, I guess that why were rated so high. I had been at the peak of my career, I was 2nd best Offensive/Defensive player in the state, and was 7th in the nation. For you non-football players, that's great. We finished the season, went against Crowley in the Playoffs, lost by a touchdown. We got invited to a special event called, "The Santa Bowl", colleges lined up to see these games. We went against the freshman Weatherford Roos. We were only in 5th GRADE, and managed to beat them twice. We then hot the chance to play against the North Crowley Allstars, a team made of players from freshman, to senior players. After the game, we lost 32-8, lost 4 players to forced asthma, 2 with broken bones, and I was out with a concussion. It sucked, but after a while I was ok-ish. Later that year, I got my first real girlfriend, she was so sweet. We had met because my girlfriend previous (who's name is protected) Trinity, had left me the night after my concussion. The new chick met me in the hospital, when she brought me my phone, which was in a gym bag on the sidelines, and flowers. She was pretty great, cheated on me, left me, beat me, and now, she a meth addict. So. Congrats to her. That's all I actually remember of that year if jm being honest.

Age 12,our football team went 12-0, there was no chance of us losing to anyone. Ranked in the same spot as the year before, I lost my chance to play for team USA, due to lack of grades. Entirely my fault. I went to a party to celebrate the win a few nights later, with my friends Jesi, Reggie, and Sammie. They were the most important things in the world to me. BTW, Reggie was a chick, her parents thought she was gonna be a guy, so they kept the name. Jesi went in the room with Sammie for girly things I'm guessing. I hear Sammie scream, I run in the room, flipping shit. A man, Jesi's uncle, was holding her, not as a hug. I told him to let go, multiple times. He wasn't listening and it was just getting worse. He decided, he was gonna knock me out because "I own her", those exact words killed me inside, (thus explaining why I'm not racist, sexist, and am open to all religions). He threw Jesi down and ran towards me, Sammie had come to the conclusion that she can stop this 6'2 260 pound man, I pushed her onto the bed, wrapped her up as Jesi's uncle hit me. I made sure she was safe before I let her go, I got up as fast as possible. As soon as I stood up, I felt a fist in my side. I've been hit before, never like that. I swung back, first hit, he dropped to the ground, with an obviously broke jaw, and nose. We called the hospital, and the cops. I don't know where Jesi and Sammie are today... But if you read this... I love you guys, please text me or call me when you can....

Age 13... I was a crazy 7th grade, i dated 3 women that year. The first one cheated on me, for 3 of our 7 month period. The one after that... Was absolutely amazing, I loved her, and to this day I do. We were on and off for 9 months, it sucked, but it was worth the time I had with her, now we're besties. The one after that, isn't worth mentioning. Tbh, my age 13 was my best year yet. I mean, I guess that's all I have for that year, other than football, but I feel like its getting repetitive.

Age 14, I can't remember, because I got hit by an idiot driver, no damage was truly done, it was a slow moving car, nut either way, hurt like... You knwo. A 2 ton, metal vehicle, coming at you at 10 miles an hour.