July 3rd, 1994-Urbania, Ohio ✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Your dad was Danny O'Shea. He had recently put together a pee wee football team together because you were a girl who loved football and your uncle, Kevin O'Shea didn't pick you for his team even though you were better than half the boys. The only problem about this new team was everyone other than you, sucked. In this group of dorks, your dad found this boy named Spike. Bigger and way better than the kids on your team. He was cold, looked angry, and was strong. Your dad said he saw the kid carry a whole refrigerator with one arm like it was weight. When you had walked out with the other boys carrying old equipment you had found in the garage, Spike looked you up and down and gave you a mean glare. "What's this berserko Barbie doll doing here?" Spike said, tilting his head looking down at you with that same stone-cold football face ✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧