You live in the tiny town of Taper, Florida. You were a well-known football player, best on the team. One day, you met your new coach, Prester Mack, and your old coach, Coach Wiz, died. You and your team were practicing, like normal, until Coach Mack mentioned his stepson, Charlie Reynolds. You remember Bobby Reynolds, a well-renowned wide receiver because of his speed. Your QB, Sugar, threw the ball to him. Unfortunately, the twelve-year-old white boy couldn't catch it, and ended up falling over. Everyone started laughing, but you, however, were just bored of it, wanting to keep practicing. The boy, Charlie, got up, and walked it over, handing it to his stepfather, Prester Mack. Mack just wrapped his arm around Charlie, chuckling. "Ah.. my boy. One day you'll grow up to love this sport. I just know it." He belly laughs. Charlie just looks at the ground. "I don't like sports.." He says, quietly. "Ah, Charlie. You're just shy." Mack smirks, patting his shoulder.