Travis Young is calling his father to come and eat, Ruth Young, Travis' mother told him to sit down and eat his breakfast. Later Travis asked is the check was coming tommorrow, his mother didn't want him to think about money she told him to finish up. Travis explained why he was asking, he told her that this was the morning that he was supposed to bring fifty cents to school. His mother replied with an attitude she told him she did'nt have fifty cents, but Travis then replied with saying his teacher said they must, but his mother didn't care what the teacher said. Ruth just wanted Travis to eat his breakfast. Travis asked if she thought grandmama would have it. That made Ruth mad, she told him no and to stop asking grandmama for money. He told her he never did anyways. Ruth said his full name in…
Ashleigh is faced with the decision of taking her mother's money to help her father or not taking it and disappointing him. Ashleigh’s parents are divorced and she is living with her mother. Her dad gave her the nickname of “Ashes” but her mother hated the nickname so they had a fight. Ashleigh did not take her mother’s money because she thinks her dad is irresponsible, she knows her mom would be mad if she stole the money, and she was questioning her dad’s motives for taking the money.…
I’m sorry about your poor mother, Johnny. Its very upsetting knowing that she’s gone. I'm sorry if I startled you, please don't go. I know I don't talk much but I wasn't like this before. When I was younger I used to talk like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't until a few years before I met Owen’s father did I become like this. It was something that involved my family. One day my sister stole money from me. I demanded it back but she had already used it. She said she would pay me back but she never did. It just got worse from there. She also took my car keys and wrecked my car and when my parents saw the car she claimed I had done it and that's how I wasn't able to use the car…
Yes, I think football is dangerous. I love watching football games but It is very harmful. Football can ruin many lives. Football has lead to suicides,concussions, Chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE), which is a degenerative brain disease that can result in mood changes and dementia. As it says in the story, “in defense of football”.…
Two minutes left on the clock. Devan snaps the ball to the quarterback Brandon. Brandon fakes the dive and drops back. He looks over to the right but Tyce is not open then he turns and lofts it up to me. Down came the ball and I.…
“LET’S GO BOYS!!!! LET’S WIN THIS!!! BEAT THESE RAVENS!!!!!!” The crowd was screaming and chanting wildly as we began to run out of the locker rooms and onto the large football field. I lead them, raising my arms up and down to signal the crowd to get louder with their cheers. As I did this, I was also sprinting to the middle of the field through the large slit that was cut for my eyes. I turned back to the crowd in the stands, and the players ran around me, with smiles of their faces, to get to their positions and the bench. I started to jump and raise my arms, “ FROGGY!!! FROGGY!!! FROGGY!!!” They all chanted my name in union, some of them even had signs and horns! A large smile crept onto my face behind my large mascot mask, and I couldn’t…
Eighth grade year, gym class, flag football. I remember this day like it was yesterday. I had a fuming hatred for the gym teachers and their actions toward these pre-pubescent kids who take everything a little too personally, but with these rude teachers each and every reaction from each and every kid was appropriate. The only way I could describe these teachers is 40 year olds who find joy in making 13 year olds miserable. So, it all began when the flag football unit started. I wasn’t afraid of the evil humans we called gym teachers; I spoke my mind. Football was usually the last unit every year and every year the girls had to relearn how to play football, while the boys got to go play outside right away without an ounce of review. Because I am me, this wasn’t going to fly.…
Boom! The hit of the pads on that field whether its Friday night, Saturday morning, or Sunday afternoon its always the right time to throw on the pads and play and/or watch the amazing sport of football.…
Our quarterback broke his leg doing some activity with his family over the weekend. The coach chose me to be the new quarterback because if he would have chose someone else we would have been negative in the position that he chose I felt like the coolest guy in the world because i was starting for a football team It was 8 man football which means that we had 5 linemen, 2 running backs, and a quarterback.In 11 man you got 5 linemen, 1 quarterback, 1 running back, and 4 receivers.…
It all started at ninth street with some friends of mine John and I started recruiting some people to come play football with us. I honestly didn’t know I had a pretty decent arm. I originally was going to start practicing to play wide receiver instead of quarterback. At the time Odell Beckham Jr. ( wide receiver for the New York Giants ) was extremely explosive and dynamic on offense. Seeing him blow up on offense made me want to try out for wide receiver. But somehow John convinced me to play quarterback.…
*Warning, lengthy post* Hey guys, long-time reader, first-time poster here. I’m a highschool student in Kansas City and I’ve been wanting to let some thoughts out of my head about this playoff run, so I figured I could share them with you guys instead of some Chiefs fans that really couldn’t care less.…
It was the day that most freshmen dread, cuts day. There were many of us trying out for the JV baseball team- more people than there were positions. I could see it, I would be starting catcher on the JV baseball team. I had made it passed the first two weeks of tryouts and I was so confident that I was going to make it. That was, until on that last day of tryouts when the two coaches pulled me out of a drill and told me they wanted to talk to me.…
By being told to quit something just because I’m not good at it. Back in my 7th grade year when I played football, I was pretty atrocious at everything basically. Trying to run routes against corners, catching, and trying to stay at 110%. I used to play Wide Receiver but they made me change positions because I didn’t try hard enough. They moved me to o-line and I was probably one of the worst players on the team. I only started one game my middle school life as a guard and all I really did was get embarrassed. Missing blocks, not pulling to get the DE, and forgetting the snap count. I didn't play football my 8th grade and my freshman year because my parents said that allergy season was gonna be awful. I was so close to not playing this year,…
“I DON’T CARE MOM!” I screamed at the top of my lunges. We were driving along I-95 on the sway home from my successful driver's license test. I was 16. I was normal. The radio played in the background but it couldn’t be heard over my mom yelling. This was the same crap I dealt with every day. I could have sworn that woman tried to find something to fight over: this time it was about how I should, “be more responsible” and “find a job” and “needing to grow up!”…
It was a Friday night in mid August 1991. I was a noseguard and middle linebacker on defense, depending on the play. I also played right guard on the offensive line. This is the story of a night that could of well ended any hope of being an athlete, on any level, from this point on. I will be telling the story from the defensive side of the ball, due to that is where I was playing when I had five vertebrae, slightly, separated.…