Ding! Ding! Ding! A sound my fellow students and I had come to know and love, especially when that sound signaled the start of the weekend. I shot out of my desk towards the door, already picturing my weekend and the countless amounts of fun-filled activities it had in store. The weeks had seemed to get shorter as I approached the end of my eighth grade year, but I had no complaints. The weekend had finally come once again, and I planned on exhausting every minute of it. I had my friends, my friends had me, and together we had sports. Unfortunately, this particular weekend did not play out in the perfect little way like my eager mind had pictured it. Friday went by just fine, but Saturday fashioned within me some of the lessons, morals, and courage that I live with today.
Friday seemed to drift by slowly; minutes seemed like hours and I had plenty of ways to use the time. Still in that happy-go-lucky mood as a result of weekends start, I felt happy no matter what I did. So, after I had cheerfully finished all of my chores, I called up some friends and, after we decided to play sports, started on my way to the park to meet them. Observing how promising the day looked, I grabbed equipment for my three favorite activities, baseball, basketball, and football. The refreshing cool breeze on my face as I made my way through the scorching, eighty-seven degree day, reminded me I had forgotten to grab my water bottle before I left the house. The decision I made to go back set off a course of events that eventually ended with me in one of the most consequential fights of my life.
I ran back inside and quickly grabbed my water bottle off the counter. As I started back towards the door, a project I had done for school a few weeks ago caught my eye. I didn't know I had gotten it back yet, so my mom must have picked it up for me sometime during the previous week. I did the project with this other kid, and it turns out we received a perfect score for it. I had to give most of the credit to my partner for our score. After all, he gets straight A's every year and this year did not look like that would change. However, a constant concern for exceptional grades in school, at the time, didn't exactly put one in the same class as the popular kids. The fact that he had no desire to play any sports didn't help his situation either. Nevertheless, I knew that we needed another guy to play a game up at the park, so I went against my better judgment and gave Jake a call.
After the phone rang a few times I started having second thoughts about inviting him. My doubts had nil to do with issues of popularity or what other people might think, but instead they had to do with what other people might do. Aside from Jake's brainy nature, he didn't have much going for him in terms of looks or style. In complete honesty some people might even call him ugly. Again, I knew my friends would have no problems with...