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Andrew Clark wanted dinner to be over with already. The tension that had been created at the dinner table was so thick he could cut it with a knife. The one thing that bothered him was the fact that neither his parents bought up the fact that he was to serve detention tomorrow. During the week, his mother had been so cold with him whilst his father defended the idea that Andrew was just fooling around.

"Pass me the broccoli," his father broke the silence on the dinner table and motioned for his wife to pass the plate of broccoli.

"I got it," Andrew said as he reached over to help his mother but she moved the plate away from his direction and sat up from her seat until her husband held onto the plate.

Andrew pulled back his arms and avoided eye contact with his mother. Not only was she giving him the silent treatment but she disregarded his presence. Not even feeling the desire to eat, Andrew picked on his food until his mother got up from the table and began to take away the dishes.

"Everybody done?" she asked as she took away her husband's plate and Andrew's plate.

"No," Andrew answered and then looked up at her, "mom, why are you acting this way?" he asked her.

His mother stopped from putting plates on the sink and looked up at her son. "Why I'm acting this way?" she echoed his words, "what kind of a question is that? Why did you act that way with that poor boy?" she fired back at him.

Andrew let out a sigh and placed the tips of his fingers on his forehead. Not only had he done a terrible deed, but this was going to live with him for the rest of his life. He wished that he could take back that question and continue with the silence that surrounded them. He glanced over at his father who kept himself silent.

Andrew's mother shook her head. "I can't believe that you would do something like that to your classmate—no your teammate for that matter."

"Don't blow this out of proportion now Marlene," Andrew's father jumped in. "He was just roughing around with the kid. Nothing terrible happened to him."

Andrew flinched when his father said that.

"I'm not blowing anything out of proportion," Marlene defended herself, "imagine what that poor boy went through after what our son did to him." She then fixated her eyes on Andrew and looked at him sternly, "I don't want to hear what the reason was. You do not put your hands on a classmate like you did." She threw the dishes at the sink causing them to loudly clatter against one another, which was loud enough to make Andrew flinch. Marlene shook her head and glanced down at her sink. "To think that we did all we could to raise a good son." She then raised her eyes and looked at him. "Who even are you?"

Those words stung Andrew as he watched his mother walk away from the kitchen and go upstairs. Andrew let out a sigh and looked down at the table.

"Come on," his father then said, causing Andrew to look up at him. "Your mother doesn't understand what it means to be in your position."

Andrew swallowed. "But she's right," he said to his father. "I humiliated that kid."

His father let his hand drop on the table in annoyance when Andrew said that. "You kidding me right now?" he angrily said, "you need to cut loose every once in a while. What's the point when you're letting your other teammates walk over you. Listen," he said as he raised his index finger in the air, "by the way you have talked about him and how he is on the team, that kid is nothing but a loser. You gonna let this loser walk over you again? You know how I feel about that Andrew. I won't tolerate any losers in this family. Serve your detention tomorrow, forget about this kid, and be the winner that you are."

With those words, his father got up from the table and proceeded to walk to the living room. It was typical behavior from his father. He got up from dinner and watched television before he went off to bed. As for Andrew, he sat down at the dinner table and contemplated about what his parents had said and what he had done. Out of all that he had heard, he felt that his mother was the one that had been right. The more that Andrew thought about it, the more he believed that he had humiliated Larry in front of everyone. As for his father, Andrew believed that he was being very malicious about the whole ordeal.

He looked up when he heard the noise coming from the television and he clenched his jaw. Sometimes he hated his father was being heartless. There so much that Andrew could do to be the winner that he was. No matter how many medal and trophies he won or if he was number one on all his matches…was he still a winner in the eyes of his teammates after what he had done to Larry?

Oh God Andrew thought when he thought about his teammate. Andrew pictured himself in Larry's place and what he would have felt. Humiliation. What had his other teammates thought about that, especially ones that were cheering him on? They could have deemed Larry to have been the loser but now Andrew could help but think that he was a loser for doing that.

Swallowing his guilt, Andrew clenched his hands into fists and tried to distract his mind from thinking anymore about what had happened. What was done was done and there was nothing that he could to change it. He had a future scholarship to think about and a future where he was always going to be the winner.