This is my Sign

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
Luke was your average jock. He was on the football team, straight A's, and was a member of almost every club in the school. Everything was going good for him until his finals game. His mom passed away a week before that game, and nobody knows if their quarterback will be able to play.

Submitted: May 06, 2015

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"You've got a game Luke, hurry up!" My dad called from downstairs. 
I wish I didn't have to go. My mom died a week ago and I'm already back in football. Why would they make me do this? I'm really not that good, and I would only do it for my mom. Now that she's not here, why is it worth it? Why is anything worth it? My mothers gone and she will never come back. This isn't a sick joke, or some horrible nightmare, this is reality. 
"Okay." I mumbled throwing my legs over my bed. 
I got all of my stuff ready for the game. Equipment, jerseys, pads, everything. My dad practically dragged me into the car, and we were on our way. I was quite the whole ride to the school, which wasn't normal. Usually I'm pumped up for my games, and you have to be. You have to be confident and prepared, but I was everything but that. We slowly pulled into the school parking lot and my dad locked the doors. 
"What are you doing?" I said confused. 
"Luke Hamilton look at yourself." He said in a frustrated tone. 
"What? Did I forget something?" I said looking through my bags.
"No Luke! What happened to you?" He said furrowing his eyebrows. 
"I don't get what you're saying." I said shrugging my shoulders. 
"You used to be so excited for your games, why aren't you? I know you miss your mom Luke, everyone does, but you can't grieve about it your whole life. You go out there and win this game not only for you, but for your mom." He said sternly. 
"Dad I'm fine." I said rolling my eyes. 
"No you're not. You promise me you'll do that game for your mom!" He said raising his voice. 
"No dad!" I said slamming my fist on the car door, "Mom wouldn't want me to okay a game without her!" 
"Who said she won't be there? What if you see a sign Luke?" He said a tear streaming down his face. 
"Fine." I said grabbing my stuff, "If I see a sign I'll do it for her." 
That whole night I was utterly confused. What was my dad talking about? Sure I've been sad lately, but why wouldn't I be? My mom just died does nobody understand that? I don't think I've been acting different at all. I just never thought I would play one game without my mom being there to cheer me on. 
I walked into the locker room to see everyone already in there uniforms. Pump up music was blaring and you could hear the chants of the team from a mile away. I won't lie I loved this feeling, this was my happy place, just not without my mom. 
I quickly got ready, my heart beat getting faster and faster every minute that went by. We all stood huddles up in a circle, in the middle of the locker room. Coach was in the center talking, but I didn't listen. Everything he said was a blur, and that's just how most of the game went too. 
"Alright guys! Let's get em'" Coach said as we filled out off the locker room onto the  field. 
I looked in the stands to see many familiar faces. I saw most of my friends cheering thr team on, and even some people I didn't know where still cheering us on. It feels great to be a football player, it really does. Everyone knows and loves you, and I won't lie it gives you a pretty big ego, and some people might say I'm taking this whole thing for advantage, but I only joined the football team because my mom thought I should. Now that she's not here it feels wrong to play without her. 
"Set, hike!" A player on my team called. 
That's when chaos happened. I lost it, and I don't exactly remembered what happened. All I remember is getting pumped to the ground by three huge football players. My coach ran up to me and asked if I was okay, and of course I said I was fine, but I really wasn't. 
"Try again, okay kid? You're what this team depends on don't give up now." He said patting my back. 
Everyone got into position again, and I got into mine, which by the way was quarter back. 
"Set, hike!" They called again and more chaos. I got pumbled once again, and I was begging to get up in this whole "look for a sign" thing. I looked over at my coach who was shaking his head in disapproval. Not only have I failed my team, and my coach, and my dad, but now I have really failed my mom. 
Coach took me out of the game, and I sat on the sidelines until the end of 4th quarter. My team was looking at me like I was a new kid at school and for the first time I felt so worthless. I didn't belong in this team, and I think this was my sign. I'm stupid for ever believing that my mom would somehow be watching this game. 
"Hamilton you're in." My coach called. 
My head popped up as I heard those words come out of his mouth. I gaved him a confused look. Can't he see I just wasn't made for football? 
I slowly stuff up and hustled over to the field. I got in position, lowering my back so I saw the ground. 
"Set!" My team mate said as I looked up at the sky. 
I hadn't noticed that it was all ready dark out. The stars were out tonight, all perfectly lined up together. One stood out to me. It shined brighter then all the others. My heart dropped as I had a feeling that that was my mother. 
"Hike!" They said as I threw the ball to the other end of the field, scoring a touchdown. 
"Thank you." I said looking up at the star, "Thank you."


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