Football System

It always amuses me to see the b.i.t.c.h queen being almighty at high-school only to end pregnant and working as a stripper. I really don't get why people pay for girls dancing in front of you without touching her with a bunch of old men beside you.

Well, different tastes for different people I guess.

Anyhow, going back to primary school. I started first grade with my blue old backpack that we got in a discount store and my reliable football ball. Of course, I gather little weird looks, seeing a kid with a football ball under his hand the first day of school is just asking to get bullied. I didn't care though, I have to use my time the most efficient way possible, the school was just a huge waste of time for me in my view.

But I had to go because my mom would be really disappointed if I dropped school half-way. I really have to talk her about the university, that I didn't want to go. I had to tell her about a lot of time so she doesn't take the brunt of the damage so unexpectedly.

Anyway, first-grade students had their cla.s.s a.s.signed before the start of the school year, my mother told me that I was in the 4th cla.s.s of first grade. Usually the worst of the student, the lower the cla.s.s number. The general conception was that it was not intended that way. But hey! Some people believe in the Sasquatch so this was something small compared to that. Get it? Small? Am I nervous? You are nervous, f.u.c.ker!

I arrived and sit at the middle right of the cla.s.sroom, it was the best location between the fooling around kids and the nerds. Normal enough and I could see clearly the board. I wasn't the first kid to arrive, they were already forming groups, maybe they went to kindergarten together. Sadly my kindergarten was shut down because of low funding. I didn't know anyone here, perfect. I didn't want to remember something I was supposed to know.

Anyway, after a few minutes, the cla.s.s was full, a lot of kids sitting around me. Mostly asking me to let them play with the football ball, I didn't let them. First, because I didn't trust them enough to not break something with my ball. And Second, a lot of kids had snots running and touching everything, like h.e.l.l I would let them touch my football ball with those dirty hands!

A couple of kids tried to have a chat with me, but their subjects of interest were mostly tv kids shows or something cool they saw once upon a time, and that thing another kid escalated it until they literally went to

So I was bored as h.e.l.l, the first days/week on the school were always like this. Knowing each other and the teachers. But the most important difference between kindergarten and first grade, NO NAPS! How annoying was that?! I know, a bunch of kids began to sleep on their table, and the teacher was busy waking them up.

Finally was the recess time, we went to school from 7 AM until 1 PM. And had 2 hours of recess. Every 2 hours, it was a blessing. I took my football ball outside and the kids were grouping around me, we had a shared with all the kids from grade 1 to grade 4.

Obviously, we were the little kids easy pushed around and had the least amount of s.p.a.ce, since "bigger kids need more s.p.a.ce".

That was a problem, I need s.p.a.ce to play, I couldn't get better doing tricks all the time. I need to claim at least half of the recess s.p.a.ce, to make a s.h.i.+ft made a football field. I look for the target and found it. It was pretty easy to find, he was the biggest meanest 4th-grade student around. He was leaning on the fence with a hood covering him. He didn't look like 10 years old at all, he was at least double my size.

I went to him and said "Hey kid, do you want to make a $50 bet?"

He looked straight at me and said "You called me kid little dimwit? If you leave $50 dollars here I won't hurt you!" He approached and tried to grab me, I dodged him and he almost fell because I dodged very quickly.

He surprised tried to grab me again and I made distance while shouting "This kid is a chicken! Bwok bwok bwok! Doesn't want to bet! Bwok bwok bwok!" I was shouting while folding my arms in a triangle like a pair of chicken wings while imitating the sound.

A lot of kids began to gather around us while he shouted "WHO DOESN'T DARE?! WHAT KIND OF BET DO YOU WANT KID?!"

I smiled and said "Simple enough black chicken, we have the best of 3 goals in football" I showed him my football ball "This football, not handegg" A lot of kids were confused and didn't get the joke.

I continued "We can do it 2 ways, one way is for you to choose a goalkeeper and the 2 of us play against each other and the first that makes 2 goals wins. Or the other option is to alternate between the goalkeeper every goal the other one does. The first one to make 2 goals wins. Which way do you want?"

He smiled and said "The first one! AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT NOT KEEPING THE BET! And what do you want in the intimate chance of you winning?"

I smiled and said, "ALL of this side of the schoolyard, I want to make a football field, you can always come to play, but no bullying inside the football field!"

A lot of 4th-grade kids began to laugh "Haha Marcus show the little kid who's the boss around here!"

Another kid added "Yeah! $50 Dollars man! That's like 5000 hamburgers right??!"

Another kid refuted "No, that's like 600 hamburgers you moron!"

And...they began to fight to call each other moron. Wow, kids are volatile and with a short span of attention, who would want to teach anything to this kids? Oh right those poor teachers, G.o.d be with them.

He agreed and began making taunts and claimed that we would make me eat my words and make me poorer than I ever was. That last part almost made me lost my patience, I don't know why, if I was like I was in my past life I wouldn't pay any mind of him trash-talking. I think my body and mind still has remains of my 6 years old mind.

I chose a small Asian kid, his name was Han, he didn't talk much that's why I liked him. But he was a restless kid, always moving and running. In the few minutes we were on the recess he made 2 laps around the place. He was like a little cat pouncing and chasing everything that moved. He didn't know how to play so I simply told him "Stay on the goal post, is this place between the coats, and catch every ball that comes your way, don't let it pa.s.s the line!". He nodded and paced around the goal post like an animal being kept on the place.

Marcus on the other hand simple chose the fattest kid around and put him on the goal post and told him that he would give him 2 hamburgers after the match. The kid was practically drooling thinking about the hamburgers with a fire in his eyes. Oh s.h.i.+t, there is nothing more dangerous as a fat guy with hunger.

Finally, we were in the middle of the field, I took the ball and tried to pa.s.s besides him. A really bad decision, he pushed me with his shoulder and I almost fell to the ground. But the push was enough advantage for him to take the ball away. He scored with ease since my goalkeeper tried to jump from one side to another really quickly. He just waited and scored with ease.

I stood up and went to the middle of the field. I said to myself "GO DAVID GO!", now it's show time.