The game started, and I searched for Thunder and Paige in the stands, but no sign of them. I lined up after the kickoff, which was a touchback, and hiked the ball. I got sacked for a 12 yard loss. One of the players taunted me. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly the music system played "Hound Dog" by Elvis Presley. "Aw, heck." My next play, I ran the ball 92 yards for a score! Seems the taunts helped me after all...
The game was close, and at the end, we lost 14-13. I threw an incomplete pass on 4th and goal on the final play, and walked off in shambles. Suddenly a voice enraged me. Why? He said, "Let's hear it for dog boy, the loser mutt! Hip, hip, arooooooooo!"
And he kept repeating those three words. I held myself back, but the worst part was that Paige and Thunder didn't show. They would've burnt that sap alive... but I remained peaceful. No sense burning a kid for a few taunts... or getting kicked out of school, for that matter. I walked all the way to Thunder's house, and by the time I got there, I was crying...