Ack.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beginning of a story that has no plot line yet.

Submitted: May 29, 2012

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Submitted: May 29, 2012

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It isn’t often that a piece of paper can completely ruin your life. But, I suppose fate decided to grant me with this rare occurrence out of the love and compassion in its metaphorical heart. I glanced down at the slip of paper in my hands. Fuck.

“Yo Zach!” My buddy Oliver came lumbering into the locker room. He loomed over me, dumbly scrutinizing my pathetic figure. “Dude, why don’t you have your gear on yet? We’ve got to kill this practice today, or Marley High’s gonna crush us on Saturday.”

I groaned. “Does it even matter? Our team sucks. I suck.”

“Shit man,” Oliver said, looking down at the crumpled piece of paper I was still clenching, “you got the letter, didn’t you?”

I nodded miserably. “Six colleges, and every single one thinks I suck so bad at football that they would never accept me.”

“Oh c’mon. You’re not that bad. And you get all the chicks.”

“Yeah,” I said grinning halfheartedly, “but when was the last time getting girls got you into a college?”

“Apply for an all-girls college,” Oliver mused dreamily, “I’m sure they’d be happy to accept you.”

“It always sounds like a good idea at first, until you realize they probably have school uniforms.”

He looked at me, confused.

“Skirts.”

“Ah. That’d be a problem man. You so don’t have the legs to pull off a skirt.”

I stared at him. “Um….yeah. Anyway, I’m gonna go put on my stuff. I’ll meet you out there.”

“Alright bro, see you later.”


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