Don't Go Through Life Without Field Goals

Bad Days

I couldn't get Matt to talk. Not ever sense him and Nicole broke up. It was like talking to a wall. A lifeless, soundless wall. A wall that, used to, never shut up, until a week ago. Now, the dumb wall won't speak.

I nearly beat down the locked door of the stupid wall's, and had no reply.

"Matt, you're being dumb. Open the door." I banged on the door, again. I heard nothing.

"Ugh!" I grunted, smacking the wall then grabbing my hand. Great. The stupidness is running off on me.

"I don't understand why you're so upset." I said. No reply. "I mean, you did break up with her." When I said this, the door swung open and there stood the crippled, half asleep, tear stained face of my lifeless brother/wall.

"Connie, don't. Just leave me alone." He demanded. I nodded, scared to say anything else, then he locked his door, back. I stomped all the way to my bedroom, and plopped on the bed. Everything was quiet, again, until my dad called up to me.

"Connie, ready to go to practice?" He asked. I groaned.

"Yes." I called, back. I was still mad at him for taking my phone away and not allowing me to talk to Austin, who I havn't heard from sense the wall stopped talking.

I ran through the house, wanting to get the car ride over with. That was the worse part of me doing flag football and my dad  being mad at me. The car rides are so silent.

When I walked up to the door, I didn't even comment about how rediculous my dad looked in his shorts and his turtle neck, which, beileve me, was hard not to laugh at.

I went straight to our car and sat up front, buckling my seat belt and starring out my window while my father made his way, slowly, to the car.

"My gosh, dad." I muttered. "Speed it up."

When he pulled out of the drive way, he looked over at me.

"What do you think about my outfit?" He asked. I blinked, not saying anything.

"Look, Connie, I've chosen to give you your phone back." He announced. I turned my head to face him, about to say that I've had my phone, until I remembered he doesn't know that. So, instead, I tried to look pleased.

"Thanks." I mumbled, looking back out my window. He sighed and drove a little faster.

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When I got to the field, the coach was running the team through drills. I jumped out of the car and watched my dad speed away. That's funny. He usually stays and watches. . .

I joined Austin in the back of the line and smiled.

"Hey." I said. He turned around, startled.

"Hi." He grinned.

"Look, I'm really sorry about not hangging out with you last week. I was dealing with issues between my wa- I mean my brother and his girlfriend. He's just been really sad and-"

"No, no. It's fine, Connie. I understand." He assured me. "I'm just happy to see your dad isn't here. Are you getting your phone back?"

"Yep. I should be getting it tonight. We can Face Chat if you want to." I told him. He nodded.

"That would be great." He said.

"Williams. Williams!" I felt a football hit my right arm and I turned around to see the assistant coach, yelling at me.

"Yes?" I asked, hideing my anger.

"Line up, please." He ordered, pointing to the line he made. I tried to hide my embarrasment as the other kids, including Austin, laughed at me. When I lined up, I looked to my side and saw Rikki.

"Hey, you have a phone, right?" She asked. I nodded. "Well, after practice, I need to get your number so we can hang out sometime."

"Sounds good." I said.

"Williams?" The coach called, again. I looked up.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Are you talkling?" He wondered. Three guys tried to hide their laughter, but failed. Today is not my day.

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Remember when I said today wasn't my day? Well, I was right. On my first play, I threw the ball way over Sam's head. Then, I threw the ball to Rikki, when she wasn't looked, and it hit her in the head. Then, I was the slowest in the group when we were running, so I had to run two more laps and, when I slowed down, they added another lap. I ran 7 laps, today. How fun.

I think I was slacking because of Matt. I don't want to blame him fully, but it was, partly his fault. I mean, if he hadn't gone into this. . . Blank stage, I wouldn't have anything to be thinking about.

I walked home that day, mostly because I didn't want another silent ride with daddy, and when I walked through the door a man in a suit with glasses walked past me. I saw my mother crying and my father trying to comfort her.

"What's going on? Who was that?" I asked.

"Connie, sweetheart, It's Matt." My father said. My heart sunk.

"W-what's wrong with Matt?" I asked, my voice shakey.

"He's been diagnosed with depression. That was a doctor, who has put your brother on pills." Said dad.

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Sorry for the long wait, but I've been bussy....... Anyway, what's gonna happen now??? :) I guess you'll find out!! MWA HAA HAA HAA!!!!!!!! :D