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Waking up at five in the morning was not unusual for Andrew Clark. Ever since he had joined the wrestling team of Shermer High, he had been disciplined to keep himself motivated and into shape for any competitions that he competed in. He took pride in his strength and agility and in his humble opinion, he thought that he was a bit better than his other teammates. He had a winning streak and he wanted to keep that going towards the championships and hopefully where he would be able to get a scholarship. After his morning job, he had returned back to the house and showered and was getting ready for another Monday at Shermer High.
It was going to be the usual Monday ever since he had entered the Wrestling team. Meeting up with his best friends, his teammates, and trying to escape the willful flirtations from a popular group of girls. While their intentions were good, he just wasn't interested but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy the attention. He jogged downstairs to the kitchen and was welcomed by the wonderful smell of eggs, toast, bacon, and sausage. A satisfying meal for any athlete and Andrew knew he was going to need his energy to get through the school day and his meet.
"Good morning, honey," his mother greeted him with a smile as she placed a plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. "How was your jog?" Andrew didn't have a second to answer her for his mouth was already stuffed with the scrambled eggs. Such an action caused his mother to let out a small giggle as she watched her son consume the food as quickly as he could. "So that's how it was," she responded with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
Spending the mornings with his mother were better for Andrew than when he would be with his father. Every morning, his old man would be reading the newspaper and every time he would talk about the sports column. There would be mornings when his father would talk about Andrew in the distant future and that he would have a successful career in sports, especially wrestling. However, no matter how hard Andrew tried he knew that he wasn't able to have the same drive has his father had. There were some qualities that he shared with his father, other than the love for sports. He wanted to be a winner in anything that he competed. His father didn't care much about his son's education, but only for wrestling. It was as if his father knew what he future had for Andrew. Get a scholarship, get to a college if he wanted to, and then flourish in that specific sport. It was almost as if Andrew was going to try out for the Olympics and have a career off of that.
With his mother, however, she didn't share the same interest in sports as her husband did. In fact, she disagreed that Andrew should only focus on wrestling and not his school work. There had been a day that Andrew clearly remembered where his report card wasn't up to par. His father had shrugged it off, but he never forgot that disappointed look in his mother.
"I know you can do better than this," his mother had said to him during that day. "Sports are only temporary. Heaven forbid, anything can happen that would stop you in competing. What would you do then if you didn't have the grades for it?"
Those words had stuck with Andrew but he didn't have the same drive for schoolwork as he did with wrestling. If he was put up against an opponent, they would be down on the floor in three seconds flat. If he was put up against a math equation, he would be left defeated. Then again, that's why the school came equipped with those who were considered to be the 'nerds' of Shermer High. Plenty of his friends had taken advantage of that and used the intellect of these 'nerds' to do their homework. Andrew had attempted to ask one of them for 'help' on his homework before he had immediately declined the offer. What made it worse was that Andrew had tried to bribe him but that hadn't worked either...and he didn't appreciate that. It was as if the tables had turned on them and the jocks were seen under the social hierarchy from these 'nerds.' Since that had been the end result of their conversation, Andrew felt that he had lost and he couldn't have that. He knew that his father wouldn't stand for that either...but there was going to be lesson that nerd was going to learn, no matter how painful it was going to be.
"Oh," his mother's voice caught his attention as Andrew bit into his toast and looked up at her. "I have to get going," she clutched onto her mug and took a last sip of her coffee before setting down in the sink. "Your lunch is in the paper bag in the fridge. Have a good day at school honey," she said as she leaned close and gave her son a kiss on the head before heading out the door.
After a moment, Andrew believed that he needed to head out soon too. He went over to the fridge and looked into the paper bag that his mother had packed for him. There was a sandwich, an apple, and some juice. He appreciated his mother taking the time from her morning and making him lunch but it wasn't enough for him. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed a hold of a carton of milk and a package of cookies. Perhaps not as healthy, but he needed the energy to get through the day.