George

George wasn’t feeling it today at practice, he felt like he was already the best on the team and he didn’t have to worry about practicing much more.

“Coach is it okay if I just sit out this practice… or maybe until the competition on the weekend,” asked George. The coach looked at him with disbelief.

“Are you serious right now George,” asked the coach.

“Yes, I feel like I have worked hard enough and deserve a break,” said George.

“But practice makes perfect, and you aren’t there yet.”

“I have made two records already how much better do you want me to get,” yelled George.

“It isn’t about records George, there is always going to be someone out there can meet up to your potential so you need to keep practicing,” yelled the coach.

George walked away, he was tired of listening to his coach. George was going to stay and practice but he wasn’t going to put 100% effort in anything. George ran around the track. His feet soared with little effort. The coach was on the phone so George could care less if he was doing good or not. When George finishes his fourth lap he notices that the coach wasn’t there anymore.

“Well if he isn’t going to be here neither will I,” said George as he walks out of the track. He walks around the parking lot waiting for his mom to pick him up when he sees his coach pull up. The coach puts his car in park, his door and the backseat door open at the same time. Who could be getting out of there everyone else were already on the track.

“Come and meet your new teammate George,” said the coach.

George walks to the other side of the car and it is William Johnson. William was the best runner from our competition.

“What is he doing here, isn’t he our competition,” asked George.

“I am good friends with his father and we figured something out for him to be on our team,” said the coach.

“Hi, I can’t wait for this weekend,” said William.

“Yeah, me either,” said George.

William and the coach walk down to the field together joking around as if they are the best of friends. George follows them down there to be nosey. George sends his mother a text asking her to come pick him up later. When they finally get down to the track he sits on the bleachers and watches William practice. William was way better than George thought. He felt bad for yelling at his coach because now he wouldn’t win the competition. George gets up from the bleachers and tells his coach he was going to warm up.

“I am sorry George but William will be taking your place there is no need for y0u to warm up,” said the coach.

“What about the competition, that was my spot to compete in,” said George.

“Well you wanted to rest and I will not have bums on my team, sorry isn’t that what you wanted,” said the coach with a smirk on his face.

George couldn’t believe this was happening. His coach didn’t have to take it this far. George walks to the parking lot with his dreams crushed.