Tyler Young

*My name is Tyler Young, I'm a Freshman in High school, I've played as a Quarterback in my school teams the past years from Elementary school to middle school, and to now, my goal is like any other athlete, to become a professional athlete, and have a nice house someday, a girlfriend (which I probably never will get). Tomorrow I start my first day of high school (which isn't too exciting, but hey there will be lots of chicks)*

I would stop writing, looking up from my journal. I would see the bright sunlight shining through the window, onto my black desk, lighting up the black and red paint, painted onto the walls. I would get up and head over to my dresser, pulling out black shorts, along with a green T-shirt, I'd look up into the mirror, seeing my black hair, spiked up to the right, my big muscles would show from a tank top I alway wear to bed, along with my six pack abs showing a bit, I'd be tan from tanning in the sun a couple times in the summer. After a while I would finish getting ready, heading downstairs to make myself some triple chocolate chip pancakes, and heat up some syrup. Once I was finished making them I'd go sit at the table, right across from my father, reading the daily paper and doing crossword puzzles in it. 'So, are you ready for your first day of school champ?' My father would ask. "No, not really."

My father would let out a laugh. 'Well, you still want to play football right?'

"Yes, I do." I'd reply.

'You want to make it to the NFL right?'

"Yes."

'Alright, then I need you to do the best you can in school, because school always comes first.'

I'd nod, then start eating my pancakes.

When I finished my pancakes, I would get up and put my plate and fork in the dishwasher, then grab my backpack and head off to my first day school.