The New Kid

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I felt like life was sucked straight out of my body. This is the worst feeling in my life, because I feel like I had no purpose to live anymore.

Submitted: January 21, 2015

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Submitted: January 21, 2015

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~~I woke up today drowsy, tired, and unwilling to go to school for another day. The reason this day is terrible for me is because I’m a new student at Northwood Middle School. I heard Northwood was a great school because of the grades students got good grades, and also they’ve received many achievements in sports clubs. I’m a 6’0 230 pound 7th grade kid named Roy Allen, who doesn’t have the best grades and is always getting into trouble of some sort. Whether it’s dealing with my GPA, my behavior, or with the people that I’m surrounding myself with. The first step I took into Northwood I was approached by both the 7th grade and the 8th grade football coaches, Aaron Ohlsen and Donald Miller. They both wanted me to play for them, but I explained to them how I didn’t know if my parents would let me because of the grades I got. After the conversation was over I went to the library and picked up my schedule, the paper read 1st period Pre-Algebra, 2nd period Math 7, 3rd period Honors Language Arts, 4th period P.E, 5th period Wood Shop, 6th period Honors Social Studies. I was surprised that I was in Honors because last year I got all 2’s on my report card, and my teachers told me that she didn’t even think I can get a C  in any of my classes. Every class was good except for 2nd period, because there was only 5 kids in my class. I could tell my teacher didn’t care what we did because she let us do whatever we wanted as long as we didn’t bother her. 5th and 6th period was fun because both my teachers Donald Miller and Scott Miller were telling the class jokes, and they were giving the whole class J-Bucks, just for coming to class. After the school day was over I rode the bus home. When I got home I asked my mom if I can play for the Northwood team. She said “You can as long as you are eligible. But the minute you’re ineligible, I will pull you from the team”.
“I’ll keep my grades up”. I said. After the conversation I went to my room and began homework. After I was done with homework I ate then went to sleep. The next day, I went to both coaches and explained to them my situation and how if I get below a 2.0, then I’ll have to resign from the team. They were both eager to hear that I could play for them but they also said that if I get as close as a 2.1 then I will be unable to practice with them for a whole week. When practice started I went with the lineman group and worked on footwork drills, like being able to get into a 3 point stance, while learning how to fire out of a 3 point stance. This was a lot of work considering the fact that I haven’t played football since 4th grade. All in all the practice went well, right before I could head up to the locker room. I was approached by two eighth grade players named, Archie Stephens and Raymond Manti. They both said “You better not try to play with us, because if you do coach will start you. And I’m not going to lose my spot to a 7th grader”.
I replied, “Don’t get mad that I’m a better lineman then you. And also I’ll take your offensive and your defensive position”. After those words came out of my mouth, I ran as fast as I could to the locker room, because I didn’t know what Archie and Raymond were going to do. I was lucky because they just stood there for a moment, then they walked to the locker room. As soon as I got home I got a huge and a kiss on the cheek by my mom, because she was so happy that I had currently all A’s in my classes. I knew my grades wouldn’t be like this for long, so I took advantage of the moment. I could barely focus while I was doing homework because tomorrow was the first day of pads, and I couldn’t wait to release all of my anger out on someone during the drills. Doing practice the next day, I was doing well in all of the hitting drills until I had to hit with the 8th graders. First I was ran over by the starting linebacker Calvin Morris, then Joshua Hatch hits me so hard that my helmet come off. After Joshua hit me everything went black, I couldn’t see anything or hear anything. Next thing I know I wake up to loud beeps and tears. I was in a hospital, my mom was lying next to my bed tears running down her face. I said “Mom what happened to me”.
She told me “Roy during practice you were hit so hard that, you immediately when into a coma”. That’s when I looked around the room, there was a tube that was sending oxygen to my nose from an oxygen tank next to my bed. Knock, knock, and knock, Dr. Brown walked in the room holding a file with some papers. “Mrs. Allen, your son Roy is no longer in need of staying, he’s good to go. Except he will be unable to resume physical contact sports until September 30th “. This was the worst thing I’ve heard in a long time, considering the fact that my dad had died in the Army just a few months ago. I returned to school the next Monday, this had to be one of the worst days of my life because. As soon as I walked into the gym an 8th grader named Quentin Michael kept on cracking jokes about how Joshua put me in a coma, and how the ambulance had to come and take me to the hospital. Over the next couple of days I slept in class and barely paid attention because, the main reason I was paying attention and getting good grades was because I knew that I was going to practice. And I wanted to stay eligible as long as I could, because I knew that; if I was close to being ineligible then I won’t be able to play in the games or practice. Now I have nothing to do after school besides homework, and I don’t want to sit at a table and do homework for 1-2 hours. So I began to stay after school and run around the tack while my team was practicing, because I wanted to be in tip top shape once I was cleared by the doctor, to play football. Tomorrow was the first football game, and it was against Creek Mill. We beat Creek Mill 24-0, while the 8th graders lost 23-24. Their game went into overtime, and that’s when their running back ran for a 67 yard touchdown to win the game. That game was the most devastating game I’ve ever watched, because Creek Mill came back from a 24-0 deficit. The next day the 7th graders were taunting the 8th graders and saying how they’re better than them because they won, and the only way to settle this argument is to do a scrimmage, and that’s exactly what the coaches decided to do. The scrimmage was very intense and dirty. There were a lot of cheap shots, and facemask. But at the end of the day the 8th graders won the scrimmage 32-0.After the scrimmage was over, I had another doctor’s appointment and that’s when the doctor told me that I won’t be able to play football again. After I heard the news I cried like a newborn baby, because I realized that I won’t be able to play any physical contact sports because of the risk dying. If I get hit that hard again in my head. I felt like life was sucked straight out of my body. This is the worst feeling in my life because I feel like I had no purpose to live anymore.
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