However, it was only minutes before my head was back over the pan being violently sick. I was sick many more times that night and was ill the next day...with a fever although I didn’t get any sympathy from Jill or father. However, they must have decided that the risk of my becoming really ill was too great and I never had to do it again. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick. Jeremy, please never ask or force me to do that. Please don’t think any worse of me now for having told you." Margaret. Thinking anyone would go into Varsity as the starting ¼ back as a Sophomore, well—pretty stupid, huh ? It didn't help the hurt though. I took solace in beer, weed, and the basement. I ignored my lil bro, Dustin most of the time. I changed my look after that first day of practice—having spent the night at 'the spot', and later picking up some cowboy boots, mostly ditching the jock/sk8tr b o y look. The next day I shaved the mohawk—fuck, I was the last one still sporting one. All my team mates. It was incredibly exciting, though, to be going away for the weekend with her.While driving down the road, she decided to have some water to ease her thirst. Sometimes I get urges to be mischievous and one of those urges hit me while she was drinking. Normally, I can suppress those urges, but this one was just too strong. I quickly swerved over to the next lane, saying something about potholes in the road. As happens when you do that, she lurched sideways and water splashed on her shirt, her. Then a few minutes later she saw her friends leave under their own power with heavy loads. The timing and the heavy backpacks said enough. That was when the bitch named REALITY connected with a combo of a gut punch and a kick in the teeth, causing Abril to fall to the floor sobbing. I was there to hold her, I let her cry into my expensive shirt. When she recovered she also watched them every step to the garage, and as the car left moments later. Martha almost ran down a kid in her hurry to.