AN So sorry, I was trying to learn about Football, so that I could not look like a complete and utter idiot while writing. I wrote this chapter with my limited knowledge of Canadian football, it didn't get much right. This was a chapter long in the making, it just took forever for me to even get past the corner I wrote myself into. Then I had to rewrite because it was a disaster of a chapter. If you like this chapter please leave a review, I love reading them, they are highlight of my writing experience. If you have a thought about this story, in order to make it better or telling me what you like about, please tell me, review. Hope you guys have a nice thanksgiving. -Kate

Chapter 7 Getting in deep

John knew that he was in trouble, but he couldn't figure out why anybody would want to hunt him down, he hadn't done anything yet, well except beat a few guys. Nevermind, that's a good enough reason, merely human nature to try and get revenge. John knew that even the dumbest Marine wouldn't send the same force to take an enemy, that failed the first time. No matter how much he hated it, he had to run from this fight. Just as the doors opened, the boy took off into a full sprint down the street turning down the first street, he got too. With this John took the spilt second, that he was turning to look back, and see the car had taken chase.

John had no plan of action, and he couldn't out run the car, nor could he beat up them up. The deserted street, offered no place to go. All these thoughts raced through his brain, but not the thought to see if the car had turned to follow him. If he had he would have seen the car had continued down the road, not making the turn. It took a couple of minutes to realize this fact, he was so used to people being after him, everyone he met being against him that he failed to realize not everyone was an enemy.

The rest of John's trip to the school was uneventful that was until he reached the school and saw the exact car that was chasing after him in the parking lot outside his school, John thought it might be the same make of car, but John dismissed it as nothing. As John reached the front door he remembered that he had signed up for football practice which would have practice this morning. John rushed towards the football field, in a full sprint, feeling very winded as he reached the field after all the running he had already done.

As he approached the field he noticed how run down it was, the field was patchy and mostly a mud pit, that only barely had enough grass on it to paint the yard markers. The bleachers if you could call them that were relics that should have been retired long ago, made of wood was probably at least 20 years old, and that would give you a splinter even if you were careful. That was to say nothing of the other 'buildings' surrounding the field, looking like they were built before the bleachers and never had any maintenance performed since. John, who had been trained at state of the art physicalities, from the future, but none of that was important, he had spent enough time as a spartan to know being late was never a good thing.

John took off it a light jog towards the group of men wearing windbreakers, who John thought were most likely the coaches, who stopped talking as he approached. As John reached the group, one of the coaches jogged towards him, and stuck out his hand towards John for a handshake. Which John met almost immediately, the Coach said, "So you must be the new kid, Welcome to the team, I am Coach Breakwater. Did you find the field alright?"

John was taken aback for a second, he had expected at the very least a firm talking too, but then again, this wasn't the military. "Yes, sir I found everything just fine, just got sidetracked on my way to school."

The coach had a slight smile on his face, after the last bit, which John noticed, "That was you wasn't it? You were in that car!" The second the words left his mouth he realized that he hadn't thought that entirely through, but it was met by some laughter from the group of coaches.

"No, that was Jimmy, the Quarterback coach, and from what I hear you are the fastest runner he has ever seen. By the way, he was trying to offer you a ride, his kid recognized you from school." John's face was just a wash with relief.

"Hey you might wanna get dressed practice starts in 5, your locker is 267, combo is 8 29 34, in that building." said Coach Breakwater, as he pointed towards a decrepit building. John took off in a sprint towards the building, trying to make up for the stupid first impression he had with the coaches. As he ran he heard the Coach day "Jimmy, you weren't lying, that kid sure is fast."

It didn't take long for John to enter the locker room, as he entered he was met with a wall of people leaving. Which John had to wait for them to exit first, when he finally entered, he saw a framed photo of a football team, which had the words, 1987-1988 State Champions. He saw the faces of the players, some of them reminded him of his friends, one looked exactly like Sam, another Fred, there was even a player who had a passing resemblance of Fajad.

John shook out of his a stupor and began to look for, his locker, he spent a minute walking through the locker room searching for his locker, when he finally found his locker it was already open. John didn't even care, he had no real possessions worth taking. He quickly pulled the pads out of the locker. He strapped the pads on as if it was second nature. As it was he had been putting armor on all his life these, well not as protective as even a simple Marine's kit, it was also lighter. John pulled on his jersey, which was simply a large white and blue shirt, grabbed his helmet and ran outside.

When he got out of the locker room and took a few steps to try to reach the group of kneeling players surrounding Coach Breakwater, as he approached John tried to slow down, but all that did was make him perform a slide.

So once again I shall make my plea to leave some reviews, you guys and hope you guys have an amazing Thanksgiving! I will try to get the next chapter out by the end of the month. If you have some ideas about a mascot, a position for John to play, or thoughts about the story please share. Once this has been Kate, and hope you have a good one