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BOOK TWO IS ALSO IN THIS BUT IT IS DISCONTINUED!
Alexis Cassidy Baxter. Commonly known as Alex. Football; comfort; determined.
Jayden Bryce. Commonly known as Jay. Soccer; "bad boy" (not really...
When people ask me why I play football, I ask them why they breathe. ✨
[ flashback in italics ]
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I ran into the small garage that had been wrecked, and a large amount of tainted area covered the metal door. Curtesy of my Football, of course. Quickly throwing my hair into a high ponytail, I grabbed my lonesome Football I had got from Sports Direct from its corner.
We had no car - we didn't have the finance for it. And even if we did have the money, I doubt we'd use it on a car first. There were other important things to worry about. So seemingly, this garage was useless. Garages were what cars were used for, right?
But it was the only place I felt I could fucking breathe, that I wasn't a zombie who did nothing in her life. Like I wasn't suffocating in the mess we've made. For me, it was my escape. For me, it was breathing. For me, it was the place I could finally forget about my life, forget - even if it was just for a little while. Even if it was just for now.
I would just aim, and shoot. If I missed, I'd do twenty pushups. After a good twenty minutes of aiming at the goal, shooting and what not, I heard a creak in the garage's door. It was a small creak but I had super sonic ears to trust.
"Alex." I hear a deep voice sigh. "Alex, take a break. You need it." He says.
He wasn't only referring to this, though. He was referring to all those times I'd go to work. I was currently saving up for University. I know it would take me years to get there, but I wasn't going to relapse without a try.
I wanted to study Football. I wanted to study Physical Education and throw in biology as well - because I was good with it. I taught all three sciences to people in secondary schools, as well as math and PE - but only the theory part for PE. Because I needed money. I was in sixth form - but it wasn't going to last for a lot longer. I had two years to collect as much money as I could - for me and Cody.
Because, living in London wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. Honestly, it actually sucked. The rents were ridiculously high - with £1200 being ours, the weather was shit and a lot of bad things happened to me here. Of course, this could jus be a very biased opinion because of my unfortunate circumstances, but what could I say?
"Look Cody, I'm fine." I said through my gritted teeth. I loved my younger brother to death, don't get me wrong, but sometimes he needed to back off. I get he was worried, but if after four years of living and fending for the both of us, what made him think I was a little weakling?
He threw me a Lucozade bottle and I caught it with my left hand, wiping the sweat off my forehead with my right.
"I know this is hard on you, but try to calm it down." Her we go again. It is hard - and there's no denying that. There's no way someone should be handling this. Not even adults.
