I still can't even begin to believe that I'm off the team…
Why? Well I couldn't take it anymore, I was turning into the biggest dick head I've known. I wanted to be cool.. I just wanted to be popular.. then on Friday I crossed the line, big time. Finally, the bell went off, trigonometry sucks. I didn't even notice that Brian was in my class.
I'm heading to lunch when I see my old group, the sportos. They're all in a circle, ok who's in the middle this time? It's Larry Lester, the guy I attacked on Friday, the reason I got into detention. This shit has got to stop.
"hey Drew! Look who we've got over here! Now you can finish the job!"
Fear floods Larry's face when he sees mine, he knows he's screwed, but lucky for him, these idiots are getting one rude awakening. Without really thinking, I jab the weakest Jock square in the face, he falls right to the ground, then gets up and scurries away like a mouse. The other guys are confused, then they realize what's really going on. Then someone a bit bigger runs at me, but I knee him in the stomach, he is out of breath on the floor, but he won't be down for long, so I finish him with a clean kick to the head. A third guy gets me unexpectedly with a brutal right hook, then a kick to the chest. I'm stunned, but I'm not going down without a fight. I resort to giving him a nice upper cut, that's that. By this time, Vernon has come to break up the fight, then Allison runs to another guy about to attack me, and she bites him, I know she's crazy, but normal is boring, I like crazy. Larry mouths what I believe to be "thanks." I say,
'Anyone who screws with you is getting their ass kicked!," he nods, then runs.
Now I'm in Vernon's office, he said I just hit strike two, and if I hit strike three, I'm not graduating. Groovy. Hmm, I bet Bender's on strike 3000.
The day speeds by, I kiss Allison goodbye, and I'm on my way. Who knows what's in store for me at home. When I arrive at my house, my dad is waiting for me outside on his lawn chair, well, here goes nothing.
"Andrew Martin Clarke! Get your ass in this house! C'mon hustle!" "Coach Smith called, why the hell did you quit the wrestling team! That's your future right there, that's the rest of your life!"
"Dad! I don't want to be a wrestler, what your doing is sick, and I followed your example for years! I can do whatever I want, it's my choice, sure as hell not yours. I have other talents! I'm not like you, I'm not just some musclehead jock, that's not my personality."
You know, Drew, your choices don't only affect you! You've got to do it for the school, for the family name, for-"
SHUT UP! Just shut your mouth! Stop talking bullshit for ten minutes and listen.. screw this! I HATE YOU!
I run to my room and slam my door, pump the music, well shit I'm crying, I haven't had a good cry since Saturday. At least I'm graduating this year, I'm going away from all of this. When I have kids, I'm never going to be like my dad… NEVER.