people had said i was a dickface. i couldn’t really blame them. but i had a damn good reason. i had grown up with no mom and an alcoholic father. my little sister ruby, who was now 8, and i grew up screamed at. it was how it was at home. our mother had died when i was 11. 2 years after ruby was born.

i glared at my coach. he was making us all do laps because one of my dumbass teammates didnt know how to shut his goddamn mouth. we were on our fifth lap. i wasnt tired but i was sick of running and hearing ‘faster!’. i might actually go insane. as we rounded the 6th lap a short blonde girl walked over to our coach. she was the kind of girl that reminds you of literal sunshine. she had golden blonde hair and blue eyes. she was shorter than me for sure too, but to be fair pretty much anyone is. by this point we were all gasping for air. having to do laps with fucking helmets and football gear is no joke. “alright. your disimissed.” our coach finally said. the guys and i all walked to the locker rooms. who was that girl?