I don't own Foxtrot, duh!
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Jason was sitting on the couch. He was eating a bag of "Says" salt and vinegar potato chips. Sitting next to him was his fourteen year old red-headed sister, Paige. Now Paige and Jason were usually mortal enemies, but tonight, they just stared blankly at the T.V. A normal Saturday afternoon. On the other side of Paige was her older brother, Peter. Peter was a brown-haired sixteen year old, who oddly enough never took off his hat, and wore the same style sweatshirt all the time.
Andy, their mom, came into the room.
"Turn the T.V. off," she said.
"Mom, c'mon!" Jason said. "We're right in the middle of watching Pirates of the Caribbean!"
"I don't care," she replied. "You three have seen this move at least a hundred times already."
"But…but…MOM! Undead Pirates!" yelled Jason.
"Orlando Bloom!" said Paige.
"Keira Knightley…" drooled Peter.
"Kids, you have work to do. Turn it off." replied Andy.
"MOM! How can you say no to cursed Aztec gold?" asked Jason.
" Johnny Depp's in it, too!" said Paige.
"Keira Knightley…" drooled Peter.
"Peter, you have an essay to write. Get going. Paige, you have to finish reading 'Ulysses' by Monday."
"I was taking a study break…" muttered Peter.
"I'm already up to page fifteen…"muttered Paige.
"Ha Ha. See you, suckers!" Jason yelled to them as they went towards the stairs.
"Hold on, Jason. Your father wants to teach you some things about soccer outside. You can warm up now."
"But…but…MOM…" Jason said as he went out the back door that led to his backyard.
Andy went to the kitchen, where her husband, Roger, a forty-something balding man was cleaning a plate he'd just eaten off of.
"I love teaching Jason about sports," said Roger.
"Because he can really learn a lot from you?" asked Andy.
"Because I look really fit in comparison," replied Roger.
"By the way, I left the shed unlocked so you can reach the first aid kit," Andy said.
Jason was looking in through the window to his house. The TV was still on, and he could make out the Black Pearl coming up on the Interceptor. Right before the first cannon from the ship was fired, his Dad came up.
"Ready Jason?" he asked.
"Umm…just a sec, dad," Jason said, still trying to see the fight.
"C'mon son! Wouldn't you rather play a rousing game of soccer than watch some pirate movie?"
"Is that a trick question?" asked Jason, now forced to watch his dad instruct.
"Now this is a soccer ball," Roger held up the ball for reference. "In soccer, you can touch it with anything but your hands. Most players use their feet to kick the ball. I'll demonstrate." Roger punted the ball up over their backyard fence.
"I don't think the neighbors will be happy about that birdhouse," Jason said to his dad as Roger got out another soccer ball.
"Hey, no problem! I'll use my other foot this time…" Roger said as he readied another kick.
Jason walked back inside. His mom was on the couch sipping some tea. She just finished watching some movie.
"So how was practice?" asked Andy.
"It was okay," said Jason.
"Did you learn how to dribble the ball?" asked Andy.
"Nooo…" said Jason.
"How to pass?" questioned Andy.
"Not really…" said Jason.
"What did your father teach you?" she asked.
"How to fix flowerbeds," Jason responded.
Just then, Roger came in, covered with soil.
"Honey, where do you keep your little gardening shovel?" Roger asked his wife.
"Roger, what did you do know?" moaned an annoyed Andy, clutching her head.