Chapter 1: Broken
It is almost impossible for me to get over the moment when Lola said that she really liked me! I showed her that I don't have to be bad or do crazy things to get her to like me. All I did was help Ramona with a video, and then she said that she really liked me. I mean, I'm 14 and I've been through puberty. Everything should be great, and the Jola ship should be sailing. One day, I was at football practice, of course. The coach told us, "Okay, boys, run the play Falcons. I want you guys to run it like we're in a game, okay? Go hard." My teammate, Ronny, put on his helmet and he said, "Okay guys, Falcon play!" Then we all huddled up and we yelled in unison, "Ready? Play!" We clapped and ran out to the center of the field and put on our helmets. We got in our stance for the play Falcon, and I yelled, "Falcon! Falcon! Down… set… hut!" We then started running the play, and Coach yelled, "Good guys! Good! Go hard!" I then started getting in a throwing position. I had the ball in my hand… I started stepping backwards… right when I threw the ball, I slipped on the ground. I grunted when my body hit the ground; I was almost getting up from the pain, but then my other teammate, Johnson, caught the ball and stepped right on my ankle. He fell and Coach blew his whistle. I was wincing in pain every time I touched or moved it. Everybody was looking at me, and Johnson got up. I was groaning and Coach ran over to me. He asked, "Jackson! Are you okay? I was almost crying and I groaned, "N-No. I can't move my ankle." Johnson said, "Jackson, I'm so sorry, dude. I didn't know you had fallen." Coach picked me up and told my teammates, "Now, run play 49er's. I'll be right back." He took me towards the school. He asked me, "What does it feel like?" I groaned, "It feels like a car just ran over it." Coach said, "I'm going to call an ambulance and your mom. We are going to have the doctors check you out." I tried to move my ankle, but then I cried, "Oh my god! Ow!" It hurt so bad… I think I broke it. Coach put me in the nurse's office and the athletic director, Josh, asked Coach, "Oh no, what happened here?" He looked at my swollen ankle and he said, "Okay… let's see here." He put his hands on my ankle and I yelled in pain, "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Josh said, "I believe you need to go to the hospital. I believe it's broken." I groaned, "Oh no." Then two paramedics with a hospital bed came in and put me on it. I laid down with serious pain; I really hated the pain that was in my ankle.