how could someone be so quiet, yet so loud.


2. Bad Test

every since I was 8 years old, I've dreamed of becoming an NFL linebacker.

when I turned 13, and made my first competitive team, my dad dreamed the same thing.

we grew obsessed with the idea of college scholarships,

mostly because it finally gave us something to talk about.

me and my dad were never very close,

being the reason that he had been an alcoholic up until I was 7.

but when I turned 8 and football had came into the picture,

he had become so in love with the game, he gave it all up.

"a C"

I lifted my head from my hands, leaning back into my chair and sighed.

"you got a C on your math test."

the disappointment in moms voice was heavy.

"you told me you studied for it Archer" she sighed finally setting the test down.

"I did mum"

truth was, I didn't.

I've had football practice for the past week, and have managed to pass out every time I had gotten home,

but I would never tell mum that.

"Archer I may be old, but do not take me as dumb, I know about the missed dinner football practices, do you not think I've notice you missing at the damn dinner table." she shook her head, glaring at me.

my eyes widened slightly at the anger that radiated off of her.

mom opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by the door.

dad walked in with a smile, that immediately dropped when he saw moms upset figure.

"Walter this another C"

mom held up the test again, shaking it.

dad glanced at me before looking back towards mom.

"Oh honey, he's not failing" dad said shooting me a wink, before wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

"no he's not, but C's don't get you into college" she stated, breaking from his grip and walking over to me.

"well he won't need good grades, with a full ride scholarship" he said chuckling a bit.

"he doesn't have a full ride scholarship Walter" she sighed, rolling her eyes slightly.

"well he will after he breaks that 36 touch down record this season, we've been talking about" dad grinned fist bumping me.

I grinned back at him confidently.

"Walter what if he changes his mind and he doesn't want to go to college for football, what if he wants to be something like a lawyer, or a doctor, or even a journalist? Archer senior year's just beginning, something, anything could change your mind about things, and C's don't get you into those types of stuff" mom sighed out, talking with her hands..

"mum, I've been wanting this football scholarship ever since I was 8 years old, I'm 18 now, and I've never wanted it more, what could possibly change my mind about this" I said sitting on the edge of the seat, staring at her .

I was waiting for her to freak out, to yell, or throw something, or to even just glare at me or dad.

she looked like she wanted to do all 4, but she didn't.

she just stayed quiet, fiddling with the dish cloth, she had been holding in her hand.

"you just wait Archer, you'd be surprised how fast things can change, how fast people can change" she finally said, shooting me a glance before heading towards the kitchen, leaving me and dad alone.

dad shot me a smile while patting me on the back, before heading towards the kitchen after mum.

I sighed out in frustration, before throwing myself back onto the chair.

nothing could ever change my mind about football, nothing.




























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