Chapter 2
Jordan pov
I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. I walked into my room and saw a picture of Sarah. Tears rolled down my face. Mom walked in. Wow, does she ever knock?
“Don’t you knock? I could have been getting dressed.” I said.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen. I’m your mother.” She said. Gross!
“Whatever mom. I have to get dressed could you please get out. I will be down soon.” She nodded and walked out. I quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs. I grabbed a quick piece of toast and was close to the door when my mom stopped me.
“Mom, I’m late for practice.” I whined.
“Did you forget your bag? Don’t forget we are going to put flowers on Sarah’s grave today.” Shit, I forgot it was Monday. I grabbed my bag and rushed to school. I had seven minutes until practice started and about a twelve minute drive. This day is not starting so well. To top it off, Sarah is stuck in the back of my mind. She’s going to be on my mind all day.
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“YOU’RE LATE!” Coach yelled.
“I know. Sorry. My mom made me talk about Sarah this morning.”
“Sorry for your loss, but next time hurry it up. Get out on that field and RUN!” I quickly ran to the track and started the warm up laps. Harvey jogged next to me.
“’Sup bro?”
“Nothing, damn, why coach gotta make us run 35 laps?”
“Football.”
“Race you for the last ten. Fifty bucks I win.”
“Okay deal. Fifty bucks you lose.”
“GO!” I took off running. I was ahead of him 3 laps. So that gave me a running advantage. I slowed down my speed for a few laps to a fast jog. I was on my tenth lap and I crossed the finish line. I won!
“Pay up wimp. I need yo fifty bucks.” He handed me a $50 dollar bill and I ran to the showers. I showered quickly and got dressed in blue jeans and a nice Hollister shirt. Time for class.
I was walking down the hall way when lots of girls flocked themselves around me. There was this huge circle of kids yelling Fatty at a girl.
“Brooklyn.” Sarah’s voice whispered in my head. What the hell Sarah? “Help her.” She whispered.
“Would you loser’s leave her alone?” I said. Sarah, why do you want me to help her?
“She has a life story to share. Love her, Help her. Trust me. One day you will thank me.” Yeah right. I quickly turned away and ran. I jumped in my car and ditched school the rest of the day.
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