I walked along the track. I called my mom, no answer. I waited alone. I called again, still no answer. Football players practiced ont eh field. I watched. A player gets tackled. His ACL is torn, he leaves to the hospital. They keep practicing. I got a text. It was my mom.
"Ball!" I was hit. I fell. Im dizzy. "Are you okay?" "No." "The ball hit your face, are you okay?" "I feel fine now. Who are you?" "Coach." My mom calls. She is here. I get into the car. "What happened? You look ugly." I cry. "I was hit." "with what?" "the football. I did not see it." "Thats your fault." I stop crying. She told me i was dropped as a baby. I got out of the car. I walked home. I try to watch where I go.