“Well there’s obviously something you boys want to tell me.” Why did Coach Sanders had that annoying knack of appearing at the worst possible times for me? “Uhh,” Drew looked nervously towards John, unsure of what to do: betray Andrew or the Coach? Coach Sanders simply stood there, crossing his arms across his chest, telling us he was getting impatient, “If you boys don’t tell me what you want to tell me soon, I’m going to make you run laps,” He leaned into John’s face hissing, “Which I don’t think you want to do.” Oh shit! John and Drew hated running. I was doomed! They both glanced between me and Coach, and I knew who they were going to pick, “Coach we were talking about how John, Andy, and I were up late last night drinking soda,” Drew bravely answered. My jaw dropped. Drew lied for me. Coach Sanders leaned away from John and stated, “You’re still running laps to work off all the calories from the soda.”

I didn’t complain one bit. I was hoping I’d be able to run away from the mess that my life was.