Hello, my name is Jefferson King and I am an only child. I am 17 years old. I look like a caramel skin tone with slick black hair and I always wear a bowtie with either plaid or black and  white. I want to become the best player at football and maybe even play for the Seattle Seahawks! My dream probably won’t come true. Joshua and Margaret, my parents, don’t like football because it is the most common sport that people get brain damage or injured playing. I overheard mom one night saying “I just love him to much to pretty much say yes I want you to get a concussion.” I just don’t want to be treated like a 2 year old.

Joshua is going to work Margaret is a lighter skinned health insurance worker that has beautiful eyes and is obsessed with dresses and skirts. They are overprotective of me because I am the only child. Mom and Dad always treat me as if I am a toddler that has a brain disability. I also was adopted at the age of 11. Honestly I never thought they would adopt a child that was 11 years of age.

When I was born my blood parents did not have enough money to feed me or take care of me so they set me up for adoption at 3 months old. I was born with head trauma so it was hard to learn a lot of things. When I saw my dad watching football I became very interested in sports. I wanted to learn a lot about football ever since that moment. I watched every game of Seattle Seahawks because they were my favorite team. My parents hate the seahawks and now they hate football because I want to play it.

1 Year Later

It is My first year of college and I want to do tryouts without mom and dad finding out. I have to come up with an excuse like “ I need to go to my friends house.” or something like that. I need to do tryouts without them knowing. My first class was very very long. All I heard was the clock ticking and sweat running down my face waiting for class to end. As the teacher is talking I was tapping my pencil thinking of a clever way to lie to my parents.

I got out of school and texted my mom “I got out of school and I am going to my friend Fill’s house, okay?” She replied “Alright son be careful.” I went to tryouts with that gut clenching feeling of guilt. While I was walking, I was thinking why I was actually doing this and I felt like I should just walk back home.

I’m at tryouts, and I have a bad case of the nervous jitter bugs. I see these tall buff guys and I hear this small amount of chatter. I inhale with regret and I smell sweat and stinky feet.

“HEY GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!” said this tall man with a whistle and very light grey hair. “I think that’s the coach.” I say as I walk over I start telling myself “stop...runaway… sprint home…leave this wretched place. I look at the coach...look behind me...look back at the coach, and jog over.

“I am Coach LaPointe young sir.” he exclaimed.

“Ah...I...Uh...Oh.” I knew what I wanted to say but it did not come out.

“Don’t worry I won’t bite ‘ya...unless you bite me.”

“I am here for tryouts s-s-sir” I said hesitantly.

“Yeah well what else would you be here for?” he said with a deeper voice.

“That’s a good quest-”

“FOOTBALL PEOPLE LET’S GOOOOOOO!!!” he said to all the teens in jerseys.

“This is, umm…”

“Jefferson King” I whispered.

“This is Jefferson King, a new player. You will treat him like you treat me...with respect. Understand?”
“YES COACH!” said all the others

I returned home and mom and dad were furious! Their faces were red and it looked like steam was coming from their ears. I found out why they were mad, I told them the name of my friends from high school that does not live here anymore! They are furious with me lying to them.