Actual First Meeting
"I lost my best friend that day." I said to myself. Walking around the baseball field. So many great memories here, but my dad was gone forever and there was nothing I can do about it.
"From then on, the only fairy tales in my life were the ones i read about in books." What did I do to deserve this? If he wouldn't have left me alone in my room he'd still be here. I miss him so much!
I didn't want to go home I felt so lost without him. All I had left of him was his old Dodgers hat, I never wanted to take It off. It made me feel like he was still here. I didn't know where else to go so i decided to head to the diner.
On my way off the field I stopped and I noticed a man and his son throwing the football in the outfield. All the sudden the ball went over the boys head and landed in front of me.
"Sorry about that," the boy said with a friendly smile.
"Its okay," handing him his football back.
"Are you okay?" He asked with a worried look on his face.
"Yes I'm fine, thank you."
"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you later," he waved and ran back to his Dad
It was nice that someone showed concern besides everyone at the diner. Fiona didn't even give me a tissue at the funeral. I'm scared to go home tonight, Fiona is making me move to the attic. I better get home or I'll have more chores to do.
I looked back as the little girl was leaving the field, "I wonder why she was so sad, I wish could of done something to help."
"Hey, Austin, you need to get that spiral tighter," my dad said. "If you want to get into USC football you need to work on it everyday."
I rolled my eyes after he said that, football is suppose to be a game I play for fun. To my dad it was life, he wanted me to get in to USC to play football like he did. I wanted to tell him that my dream wasn't to do what he did, but i didn't know what i wanted to do yet. I guess that's why i just kept my mouth shut and did what I was told. Maybe, sometime I'll tell him that football isn't my dream it was his.
"Your arm is getting better already son," smiling big smile.
Little did he know the more I thought about his so called "Plan" the more upset I got. We threw the ball for another hour or so then went home for film study. I needed to find the courage to stand up to him at some point, but it's not easy standing up to your parents. I suppose the time will come where I've had enough. Its just a matter of when.
Hope you enjoy its my first story might be a little rough. Suggestions to add to this would be appreciated.