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"Grabbing your hand, he ran, until you were strong enough to sprint for miles."
"...hey, Larry, who's that?"
"Oh my God, a rabid fan has made her way onto the field! What could she want? Let's listen!"
Suddenly, all eyes and camera lenses were on her. Everything stopped for a slight moment before she screamed, "DAVID!"
Soft chatters blew about -"David?" "Did she just call out her boyfriend's name?" "Does she mean David Lotte? I haven't seen him play yet..." - as she stood for a moment, looking at the crowd.
"DAVID!"
Somewhere in the stands, behind everyone, above the crowd, a young man stood. She couldn't see him, but he saw her clearly. The figure of a strong man, perfect for the sport he was only watching, football, stared at the lithe girl below.
Claire...
"Ah! I see, that's no fan, John, that's the Falcon's manager! It seems she has a message."
"DAVID, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" The girl cupped her mouth. "WHEREVER THE HELL YOU ARE, WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?! THE TEAM NEEDS YOU!"
The boy scoffed. Right. Like hell they needed David. The entire team needs his sarcasm, and laziness, and risky plays, and weak tackles, and slowness, and whatever else they complained about.
"THEY DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE LAZY, OR IF YOU THROW PASSES HALF OF THEM CAN BARELY GET TO!" Claire continued to shout, and people in the crowds began looking around. "EVEN WHEN EVERYONE WAS GIVING UP, YOUR SPIRIT IS WHAT GOT THEM HERE, TO THE NATIONALS!"
Biting his lip, the hooded boy looked away, and began heading for the exit. He turned his back on the small outline of the girl. He didn't need this. There was no way in hell they needed such a worthless excuse for a-
"EVEN IF YOU THINK SO, YOU'RE NOT A WORTHLESS CAPTAIN!"
Halfway there, he stopped.
He looked up, and there, on the big screen, Claire's crying face was displayed clearly. Her big brown eyes were narrowed with desperation, and her face was red from lack of air. Nevertheless, she went on.
"SO DON'T LEAVE US HANGING!" The camera showed her falling to her knees, and several players on the bench went to help her up. She ignored the hands, and she cried, "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GAVE US SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR! HENRY, SAMMY, COCO... ME! WITHOUT YOU, WHAT WOULD WE BE DOING RIGHT NOW?"
He looked down. His teeth were beginning to hurt from him grinding them so hard. Glancing back up at the TV, he watched the faces of the people he spent the most cherished years of his life with: the team. HIS team. The one he spent endless days and sleepless nights planning for, and working for.
"WE NEED YOU!"
"Last night, the Falcons had a miraculous win! After being behind FIFTY points, the second half was off to a bad start. The sound of Claire Revola's voice rang throughout the stadium for their missing captain, David Lotte. And according to witnesses, he had been watching the entire game!
The voice of someone he had recruited - a life he had supposedly saved - screaming at him like he had to every team member just made something snap..."
David's hand gripped the bar blocking him from the field and his teammates. Gasps were heard, and cheers were screamed ("LOTTE! LOTTE! LOTTE!" wink . When Colt noticed him, he immediately yelled, "OBI!"
The entire team's head turned as their beloved, yet slightly useless, captain made his way to them. Claire's watery eyes looked up at him with a look of relief, and was looked like admiration.
"Dude, where the hell have you been?! Claire has been calling you like crazy for the last three hours!"
Not responding, he held out a hand to help Claire up. The girl's eyes brightened ten fold as she took the help. "You heard me."
"Yeah. I can't ignore someone who needs my help." He looked at the scoreboard. "71 to 21, eh?" He then looked back to his team. "We have plenty of time. Right team?"
As if a missing piece of a circuit has been placed back in, a surge of energy and completeness filled the group. Smiling, the score didn't seem so bad. Coco then came up to him, and proceeded to hit him upside the head.
"You idiot. We've been waiting for you for come over here and say that."
David just smiled, rubbing the back of his head. He didn't say anything. But he knew:
They would always wait. Always.
"...back into place in the mind of this awe-inspiring captain. It was definitely a night to remember for the Fountain High Falcons.
Written by Sal Mendoza"
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David Lotte is the epitome of blazing spirit: he could get a mime pumped up for ANYTHING. Even if it was the game of football.
But David loved to play, it was his favorite sport. And when he entered Fountain high School, known for football, he was ecstatic. Little did he know though, as for the school hadn't been famous for being good... but for being the worst in the entire country!
The boy didn't let it get to him though, and he took the team by storm. Then again, there were only three people in it! Meet Coco AKA Conrad, Colt, and Sammy; the only ones keeping the football team alive. On the last day they were to be disbanded, and the school would officially cut off their flow of money, David came in. With him, he had brought four (unwilling) victims.
So began the story of the Fountain High Falcons, and what made them champions from years to come. From their first practice, to their finale, no one even tried to compare themselves to David... to the Falcons, he was irreplaceable.
 Ukeire · Sat May 16, 2009 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |
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