I slammed the locker room door behind me, frustrated that a basted like Arnold beat me in basketball. Mad with rage, I began pounding my fists into the hard steel of a locker. The noise of my fists and cursing was the only sound that filled the locker room, till my sorry ass team came pouring in. I had to leave. I had to escape. I had to walk home. Getting on the bus with all those losers from the REZ would be humiliating. Plus, that drunken bastard--I called father--would probably be waiting for me. While walking next to the highway, I noticed a stretch of road with no lights. It was dark as far as my eyes could see and the perfect place to be robbed and beaten to death. If I disappeared, no one would miss me. That bastard of an old man would probably smile as he heard the news. “WHY DONT YOU FINISH ME OFF ALREADY,” I screamed. I wanted--so bad--for anyone to step out of the dark and end my misery, but life's not fair because I made it home. The TV was playing loud with old reruns as my father sat, passed out, in his little slice of heaven. I tried sneaking past him, but the floor was littered with empty beer cans to give him warning of my attempt. “Boy…I heard your little girlfriend beat you,” He said. And then he lifted himself out of his chair and shouted, “YOU HEAR ME BOY!" I hurried to my bedroom and curled up into a ball under the sheets. The sound of a heavy belt buckle began hitting the floor and with each stumbling step that bastard made towards me, the sound became louder and louder and louder. Guess that bastard got tired of bruising his drinking hand, while pounding my face. I wish he would pass out drunk before he got to me. I wish I would pass out if he reached me. The sheets were torn off me and flew ac... ... middle of paper ... ...so beautiful that I wanted to stay out here in the woods forever. But, I’m not strong. I hide my scars and Jr displays his as war paint. He’s a real nomad that will eventually escape this place of death. Digging into my pockets, I grabbed the shredded remains of Jr’s gift. And with one big gust of wind they flew up and began to dance in the warm glow of the sun. Slowly sailing past the borders of the Rez and to the furthest places that Jr would travel. I could never tell him my feelings. I could never tell him what he means to me. I could never tell him that I’m in love with him. Having Jr stay because of me would be more painful then all these scares on my body. I’ll have to wait for an opportunity to bury the hatchet with that little shit head. Besides, I’m sure my secret’s safe. That drunken bastard wouldn’t want anyone to know, he has faggot for a son.
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it on the wall. I kept picturing myself catching him at it, and how I’d smash his head on
Jacks reaction to this was not the kind you’d expect when your wife is telling
The gym is full of people; the stands are so full that they overflow onto the edge of the court and out the doorway. The shrieks and screeches cry out from the crowd’s cheers. The ball crashes through the net, as they jump popcorn flies. The home team hit a three-point shot; they are winning with only a few seconds left. In these few seconds, the coach looks around. He realizes why he does what he does. At this point, none of the labor, time, and effort matters. The only thing that matters is the win, seeing his team succeed; watching a team grow is unlike any other feeling. In order to understand that feeling, one first has to appreciate the game: the rules and regulations, the legends that have played and coached, the development of the game,
The power of expectation begins to show when Arnold reflects the expectations he had on the reserve and at Reardan, and preceding the rematch against Reardan, Basketball helps to build healthy relationships which are evident in Rowdy and Arnold’s friendship, and his relationship between the Reardan students. And the impact of support is evident when Arnold compares the reactions of the different schools, and how they directly affect his performance and again in the events preceding the rematch against Wellpinit. Even something as insignificant as basketball which may not seem like something impactful at first glance, it can change an individual's life
Imagine having to partake in a war. What would you do? What do you think will happen? In
After practice, Lyle goes back to his dorm quietly and slams his dorm door and abreacts his anger to his bed by his poundings. “I can’t keep playing like this,” he told himself. “I need to show my best to Coach so I will get more playing time this season. I don’t like to stay on the bench all the time!” says Lyle to himself.
I heard Two-Bit talking in a low voice on the phone, but I tried to tune him out. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out some of the pain. I must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden I felt someone grab my hand.
Bzzzz! It was the start of the fourth quarter of the fifth-grade championship basketball game, and we had the lead. Thirty-eight to twenty-three. With only an eight-minute quarter ahead of us, we were confident that we had this game in the bag. By this time, we thought we were invincible, after all, we were undefeated, and we did a comfortable lead. But quickly, this confidence began to reveal itself in our play. We slowed down and lowered our intensity. The aggressiveness and relentlessness that brought us this far were suddenly replaced by passiveness and laziness. Sloppy passes left and right, not taking care of the ball, and hands down on defense. Our fight was gone.
The rope suddenly snapped. I fell and I fell until I hit something soft, something beating. I found myself lying, on my stomach, against what looked like a human heart.
I don’t think that anyone would say any different. It’s hard going through the day knowing that your loved one is halfway across the world and anything can happen. It does have its upsides though, it helps you appreciate your family and brings you closer together. To successfully get though a deployment you need to have faith, faith that the Lord will bring your loved one home to you. Sadly, it doesn’t always end the way we hope. I can’t even fathom the pain that it is to lose the one I love, and my heart goes out to all of those that have had to endure that pain.
lay it down easily so it does not cause strife. "Heart! We Will Forget Him!"
I had a sleepless night thinking about what happened to us that night. I least expected it, I experienced the worst headache ever, all I could hear was my heart beating faster than it ever has. I cursed my stars that night, as my expectation for the night was so much greater, but it ended in a far different way that made my heart choke with tears of losing something I've always wanted and fought for.
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.
My stomach retched, my throat dry, had I got myself into this mess? A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming.