Where'd You Go?

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In class we were assigned the task of writing a chapter. My chapter/short story centers around a boy named Jasper aka JJ.

Submitted: November 30, 2011

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Submitted: November 30, 2011



"Don't forget tomorrow is trash day, take all the trash out"! That's my dad, Leroy. He tends to yell things out opposed to calmly telling me. The name is Jasper, but I prefer to be called JJ.
Last week was my 18th bithday and I've never had such a bittersweet celebration in my life. You know that feeling when you are on top of the world and all of sudden it feels as if it was ripped from underneath of you? Yea, that's exactly ow I feel. How am I suppose to pay for college? This has been weighing deep on my heart for a couple weeks now. The past 2 years my future has been set in stone. I recieved a full-ride to University of Maryland, everything paid for. And just that quick, everything gone in a blink of an eye.

Just so you don't get the wrong idea, I'm not poor and my Dad has done everything and beyond to provide me with a stable, comfortable life. What do I say? "Oh hey Dad can you drop more than $10000 for me to go to school?" Ha, I wish I could. I respect my father to much to hit his pride like that. But to be honest, a janitor's salary is not the highest.

When I was younger, I just knew I would get an athletic scholarship- any sport, doesn't matter, I am good at them all. Although football would have to my favorite. I dreamed of getting a Division 1 Scholarship and being drafted to play for the University of Maryland Terrapins. I would then go on to play for my favorite football team, the Washington Redskins at Fed Ex Field.

I know, I know your wondering what happened. It's very simple. My goals seemed pretty obtainable, especially after all my senior year highlights. Until...the accident, that ended whatever hopes I ever had about playing football, again.

Asi I sat down on my bed and pulled out an envelope.
"Dear Jasper- I love you so much, Happy 18th Birthday!"
-Love, Mom"
Attached is a picture of her, out somewhere in the Midwest or who the hell knows? Not that I really care, I haven't seen my mom in exactly 7 years.

It feels as if it was just yesterday. I came home from school and saw the front corridor lined with suitcases, as I hear yelling upstairs. I walked up the steps I heard my mother screaming at the top of her lungs, "I can't love you anymore, I am leaving for good-and you keep the child!" Instantaneously I was frozen, like a block of ice. Right there, stuck on the steps. In shock. Passking me on the steps, I must've been invisible, because she walked right by me and couldn't even look at me. Yup. That's my mother. Why me? This pain.

Leroy Smith is my hero. I love him. He sacrificed so much for me. He has been at every single game that I have ever played in, in all 15 years. My number one supporters. "Forgiveness is key", he taught me. Don't hold onto things that carry a burden on you". I finally "spoke" with my "mother" because he told me. In order to move forward you must forgive, never forget. I could never repay him for all that he has done and my hopes and dreams of coming close were shattered. It was the night of my school's Homecoming Game. Many parties were being thrown and after such a big win I went out. Went to a couple parties, got drunk, and had a great night. The plan was to go to Ihop after the party, so everyone hopped in their cars and we were en route. Almost there, it felt like it came out of nowhere, the driver completely yanked his wheel and we began doing donuts. Losing complete control, the last thing I remember is swerving. Yes, the driver was drunk.

Five weeks later, once I finally awake from my coma, I awake to casts and bandages all over me. It turns out we slammed into a streetlight then spun into a tree across the median. To make a long story short, I lost my right ankle. Severed, gone, no longer there. It turns out that my foot went through the windshield, the doctors said it was most likely a defense mechanism. When the paramedics got to the scene, my foot was hanging on, as if you were dangling floss. No question, it had to be amputated.

It's crazy how the last thing I remembered was celebrating a victory and I wake up with no foot....

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