Raccoon
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[Part 1]
Rick was what you would call an average kid. Got good grades, had some friends, no enemies. Only those who he hung out with knew his name, but he was fine with that. He liked living the quiet life. Quiet compared to the 'in-crowd' atleast. Of course he drank and did a little weed here and there, but didn't often go to parties. Being a freshman in highschool is a time of growth. Rick knew this and told himself that he wanted to change. Being safe was alright once and a while, but thoughts of never getting laid or never becoming popular started to develop in his mind. He had always wanted to be on a school team, but feared that he would be picked on or hazed. No more he thought. Rick was going to become popular if it was the last thing he did.
Not much happened in his first year of highschool. Rick had told himself that he would wait until grade ten to make a name for himself. He knew this was only procrastination, but allowed himself to wait. When his second year of highschool began, he immediately went to inquire about school teams. Football being the one of the most interest to him, he asked about that first.
"We are holding the tryouts next week. I usually say 'Come one, come all', but I just don't know if that applies to you"
This was coming from the physical education teacher? Rick was surprised, but at the same time determined. Determined to show that man that he was wrong.
The night before the tryouts, Rick went for a walk in the park to get a clear head. A group of teenagers, probably a little older than Rick were standing on the playground. He could see one or two cigarettes from where he was because of the orange glow that radiated from the end. This was perfect. Rick could go over and have a talk with these people in practise for when he will have to talk to the other athletes trying out for football.
"**** off!"
A loud yell came from a deep voiced boy who was standing on the playground. Without hesitation, Rick turned back and headed for his house.
He recieved nothing but vicious glares from the others trying out for the team. He was obviously the smallest one there. This came as a shock because he was the biggest one of his friends. He shook all the bad things out of his head and focused on football. Things were going better than one could expect for Rick. He missed only one pass and made a good running play during a scrimmage. It wasn't until the end of the game when something awful happened. He was running with the ball and one of the players attempted to tackle him from the side. Rick stopped and jumped over the diving defender, but instead of landing on the ground, he landed directly on the players throat with the tip of his cleat. In only a few seconds, due to the collapsed trachea, he was blue. The coach ran over and pushed Rick off to the side. Minutes seemed like hours. Beads for sweat trickled down Rick's cheek. He had to take his mind off of the accident somehow. The coach rose.
"He.. he is dead."
Rick felt like his world had just ended. He became dizzy for a moment, but managed to blink it away. How was he supposed to react? He had just killed someone. He stood there silently while two of the boys ran to call for help. The rest were just staring at him.
Rick was what you would call an average kid. Got good grades, had some friends, no enemies. Only those who he hung out with knew his name, but he was fine with that. He liked living the quiet life. Quiet compared to the 'in-crowd' atleast. Of course he drank and did a little weed here and there, but didn't often go to parties. Being a freshman in highschool is a time of growth. Rick knew this and told himself that he wanted to change. Being safe was alright once and a while, but thoughts of never getting laid or never becoming popular started to develop in his mind. He had always wanted to be on a school team, but feared that he would be picked on or hazed. No more he thought. Rick was going to become popular if it was the last thing he did.
Not much happened in his first year of highschool. Rick had told himself that he would wait until grade ten to make a name for himself. He knew this was only procrastination, but allowed himself to wait. When his second year of highschool began, he immediately went to inquire about school teams. Football being the one of the most interest to him, he asked about that first.
"We are holding the tryouts next week. I usually say 'Come one, come all', but I just don't know if that applies to you"
This was coming from the physical education teacher? Rick was surprised, but at the same time determined. Determined to show that man that he was wrong.
The night before the tryouts, Rick went for a walk in the park to get a clear head. A group of teenagers, probably a little older than Rick were standing on the playground. He could see one or two cigarettes from where he was because of the orange glow that radiated from the end. This was perfect. Rick could go over and have a talk with these people in practise for when he will have to talk to the other athletes trying out for football.
"**** off!"
A loud yell came from a deep voiced boy who was standing on the playground. Without hesitation, Rick turned back and headed for his house.
He recieved nothing but vicious glares from the others trying out for the team. He was obviously the smallest one there. This came as a shock because he was the biggest one of his friends. He shook all the bad things out of his head and focused on football. Things were going better than one could expect for Rick. He missed only one pass and made a good running play during a scrimmage. It wasn't until the end of the game when something awful happened. He was running with the ball and one of the players attempted to tackle him from the side. Rick stopped and jumped over the diving defender, but instead of landing on the ground, he landed directly on the players throat with the tip of his cleat. In only a few seconds, due to the collapsed trachea, he was blue. The coach ran over and pushed Rick off to the side. Minutes seemed like hours. Beads for sweat trickled down Rick's cheek. He had to take his mind off of the accident somehow. The coach rose.
"He.. he is dead."
Rick felt like his world had just ended. He became dizzy for a moment, but managed to blink it away. How was he supposed to react? He had just killed someone. He stood there silently while two of the boys ran to call for help. The rest were just staring at him.
