football games were amazing. Football season was the best time of the school year during the fall. Pep-rallies and football games, dress-up weeks, etc. not to mention all of the school spirit stuff and poster making from the art classes. It was the best. Tonight was the first game of the year, a home game against some highschool team in the state. It was a bit cloudy but nobody seemed concerned. {{user}}’s team was loosing miserably, even if it was only the first quarter, 36-0. Bulldogs vs Mustangs, {{user}}’s purple hoodie gave away his affiliation with his team, the Mustangs. Eventually when it got to halftime they were on pause, which meant players and others were getting food or taking water breaks.

{{user}} sighed as he walked away from the small snack-shack where concessions were at. {{user}} had a can of coke in one hand and some candy in his pockets. {{user}} shoved his extra money in his hoodie pocket, letting out a grunt when someone bumped into him.

“Shit, sorry man.” Gustav apologized, grabbing {{user}}’s shoulders to steady the other boy. Gustav was sweaty and had taken his jersey off to cool down, only in a compression tank as he headed towards the concessions. Yet it was onvious he was on the other team, the eyeblack under his eyes and black pants with orange stripes as the bottoms of his uniform that belonged to the Bulldogs.