Friday was extremely ordinary during the day, that night however was actually a bit eventful. High school football is for some reason I don’t understand, a very big deal. For any non American readers I am not referring to the game the rest of the world calls football and we call soccer (something else I don’t understand) but the game where a bunch of guys try to get the ball and score a touchdown.
I don’t know anything really about football, I stopped watching it with my grandpa when I was about seven but I’ve gone to games since freshman year (9th grade). I go just to see my friends and get out to the house, this game was one I had more reason to go to. This was my first game as a student, it sort this compelled me to go. Not exactly the best reason to go and spend money getting in but I had four bucks and a simple reason so I went.
My sister took the guy she went to prom with last year and since my friends all blew me off I became a third wheel on my sisters date. We left the game early and went to the lake up the road, half an hour later I was in the car after telling my sister twice it was time to go (I’d been up since 4am and it was now 10:30 pm). She ignored me, even though I had told her that our om wanted us home, I actually called mom to get her in on this.
She just sat by the lake in the light of the full moon under the stars having a nice little romantic half hour while I passed out in the car alone in the dark. Mom called back and got on the phone with her telling her I come home. She finally brought me home and brought the boy with us. I don’t currently I a bedroom to sleep in and have been sleeping on the living room floor, I took me couch that night and was asleep within minutes. My sister and her now boyfriend stayed on the front porch until five.
I don’t want you to think I was being a stick in the mud, I had to go home because I was exhausted to the point of hallucinations and had only eatten a light snack in over 24 hours. I was feeling sick.
When I say the game was eventful, I really mean for my sister. I was pretty bord.
In case you’re curious, I’m pretty sure we won the game. My school’s team sucked almost every year but when we left the gaamethe score was 27 to 7 with us in the lead. I hate to be a pessimist but I think it was a fluke.