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Posted on June 21, 2010 at 09:03 PM.

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Chapter IV - First Day
Saturday 9, December 10 and Monday 11, Septeember, 2010 - Greenwich, Connecticut

****. I my body was shaking, my heart was pounding, and I didn�t know what to do. Even though I know they taught me what to do in case you meet a robber in the street in middle school, but in the only moment that I actually need it, I can�t remember worth **** of what the teacher said.

The dude was wearing black pants and a black long sleeved shirt, but I could tell he was white. He pointed the gun at us while he moved closer to the sidewalk. I pivoted to make sure I could always see him in case of anything, and put Isabella behind me, to make sure she was safe, even though I wasn�t.

All of a sudden, we heard sirens; a cop car was going to the party. And on that instant, the robber flinched, he turned around, lost the aim of the gun, and I ran. I ran toward the dude a speed I had never reached before, and before he knew what was going on, I tackled him and had him in the ground. Luckily, during the tackle, he lost grip of the handgun, which fell from his hand and landed a couple feet away. I stood up, grabbed the handgun, and aimed at his leg.

�Don�t move mother****er, Isabella, call the cops right now.�

Isabella was shaking. As if she did not know what was going on. She tried to grab her cell phone from her pocket, but she fumbled it and it landed on the ground. She then picked it up, and after various attempts finally managed to dial 9-1-1.

�Sir, sir, it is an emergency. We just caught a robber, at, uh, what is the street, uh, Baker, 1456. Please come, it�s an emergency!!!�

Luckily for us, it was over. Just seconds later there was a cop car parked in front of the house with the broken window, the robber was being taken somewhere where he couldn�t harm anybody.

My dad arrived the almost seconds after the cop car, and after I told him the story, not including the events of the party of course, he seemed amused, and finally told me he was proud of me for being a man.

The drive home was awkward, I didn�t want to give it away to my dad that I was into Isabella, and she didn�t want to give it away that she was into me, or at least I hope she is. We dropped her off at her place, and when I got home I went directly to bed.

The rest of the weekend was very uneventful. I texted Isabella, she texted me back, but we never did anything apart from that. I did most of my homework, watched a movie with my dad, and then finally went to sleep rather early. Sunday was pretty much the same.

It was finally Monday morning, the day I had been so anxious about. I woke up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, found a cool shirt to wear to school and ate my warm oatmeal. I love oatmeal by the way. Once again I decided to walk to school, and got received by a bunch of people I didn�t know, congratulating me on catching the thief.

I went around the lockers, looking for Isabella, but she wasn�t there. Maybe she was sick or something. I went to math first period, were the teacher embarrassed me by telling everyone about my �awesome accomplishment�. The rest of the day was mostly like this, and it was finally lunch. I left the science class and saw that blonde hair and nice curves that I knew I liked. I ran and hugged her.

�Hey baby, I missed you.�

Isabella turned around and kissed my cheek.

�I missed you too.�

�But why are you here, like in this area of the school?�

�I�m a sophomore dummy; you are the only lucky freshman that is with an older girl.�

�So, it is a we now?�

�Yes it is�

We walked to the lunch area, were we had even more small talk, until the bell finally rang.

�Hey, are you playing tennis today?�

�No, I don�t think so. Why?�

�The thing is, I have my first football training, and I wanted to know it you were going to stay to walk home together, but well.�

I don�t know how I survived the next two periods before the end of the day, and my first football training. The bell rang, and I went to the coach�s office.

�Hey coach, I�m here. What should I wear?�

�Oh, so you did decide to show up. Well look, take these. They will be useful for now.�

I put on everything the coach gave me, and went to the field. I had to wait for a while, because clearly, most seniors and juniors were not really focused on football, but on the latest social gossip. I wanted to say something, but keep in mind that I am just 5�7� and barely 140 pounds. They were like 6 inches taller and fifty pounds heavier.

Practice finally started, and I was putting all my effort in it. I was running the hardest, sweating the most and working the strongest. Everyone was kind of complaining on how I had such an easy way into the team, and how other people were better than me, but I knew, deep down, that someday I would prove them wrong.

During the end of the practice coach called me to the sidelines.

�Hey kid, how much do you know about football?�

�Nothing, sir.�

�Not even basic running routes? The HB dive? The stretch? �

�No sir, absolutely nothing.�

�Well, you have to know that if you plan on getting into the team. Look, take this home. Study it more than what you study for any other subject. I�ll make sure that you don�t get in trouble.�

I looked at the pages; it was full of different diagrams, which I definitely didn�t understand.

�Hahaha, I know the look in your face. You don�t understand anything of that playbook right. Look, the only thing you have to do is look at the things this guy, the runningback, has to do in this, the Shotgun Ace formation, in the different routes.�

�Oh, ah, heh, ok, I guess.�

Practice ended five minutes later, after in a drill I beat two defenders and ran out of bounds after ten yard.

I got back home and immediately took a warm shower. I picked up my back packm thinking of doing homework.

�**** homework.�

I grabbed the playbook, and started studying.