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The School Player ch8
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people covensed me to write more day of the game my ankle wasnt healed completely,but i was still gonna do the game "so today we're gonna have to be peppy" i told the team " ok!" "what are we?!?" "wildcats!!" WHAT ARE WE?!?!?!" "WILDCATSSSS!"[thats my school mascot] we went out into the field and got in position, yes my ankle hurt but i had to do i for the team.this time during the backhand spring heel strech pyrimid i wasnt on top,i didnt wanna go through that again. i was just about to do the backhand spring when something caught my eye....nick. he was in the front row...idk why but he..he stood out to me. i staired at him for 2 seconds then he left. after the game i hurryed back to the dorm. "nick...did you go to the game?" "ya why?" "just wondering" "ok?" at least i know i wasnt going crazy. "i got a job interveiw, ill see u later" nick said "ohhh what kind of job?" "lifeguard" "oh thats cool." "ya i guess, i just need a way to make money." "i cant beleave you trust me here alone with your stuff." "i dont. but i really dont have a choice" "well if u come back and your stuffs ruined...i warned you" "ya ya, please dont touch anything" "i cant make that promise"

