After Averman fell asleep his dad came out and carried him inside. I decided to walk two houses down to my house. My dad isn't home yet, he works nightshift. Since I was home alone, I thought I would play my mom's guitar. My mom died of brain cancer, so every time I play her guitar it reminds him of her. Speaking of that, I look just like my mom, so I'm sure it's hard for him.

I thought I would play her favorite song. I sighed, here goes nothing.

(And I'm "soooo" sure you're sitting there like 'is this time accurate?', Yes it is, haha. I felt proud of myself, okay?)

I felt myself starting to tear up. Then, I just shook it off. I have a game tomorrow.

I put her guitar away, and I crawled into bed. I dozed off into my sleep.

First, I saw Coach screaming in my face.

"YOU ARE A LOSER..."

"WE HATE LOSERS DON'T WE?"

"LOSERS DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE."

"I want to be your coach again, I promise I won't do that to you again."

"YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD TRUST ME?"

"I'M A HAWK NOT A DUCK! HAHAhahah..."

"But coach! You promised you would always be here for us, for me! You formed the Ducks, you made us something we could never imagine. You made us into, not Losers."

Next up were Banks and his friends.

"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? HAVE YOU'RE FRIENDS COME AND SAVE YOU?"

"YOU GUYS SUCK SO BAD, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A TEAM NAME."

"IS THAT NERDY GINGER KID GONNA COME TO SAVE YOU? NEVER MIND THAT, HE CAN'T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT YOU!"

"That's not true! You're just jealous that he's not a cake-eater, and acts like a real person!"

"Hey! Stop messing with her!", He yelled as he punched McGill.

"Averman, Stop!", I choked out.

I just sat there frozen watching him getting bloodied and brusied.

I woke up, but it didn't feel like I did. You know maybe I should just leave him alone. If I wasn't with him, he wouldn't get hurt. Lord, save me...

(I really don't know why, I wrote this chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it. Don't forget to Eat and Drink something. Have a HAPPY Day!)