Terry (T.J.) Mayle
I open the door to go outside to my car as the school day ends. It’s a dark rainy day in early November of my senior year. Everyone around me screaming and running to the buses and their cars. Luckily I was wearing a sweatshirt so I at least have a hood. Walking through the parking lot I finally see my blue Cavalier parked next to all my friends’ cars in the last row. Unlocking my door Levi walks up to his Honda civic parked parallel to mine. He asks me if I want to play a game of backyard football at Wenner Field which is located one block away from my house in the harbor of Ashtabula. Of course I couldn’t deny it I am in love with football plus today was only a half a day of school so it was only 10:30 a.m. and I had nothing to do the rest of the day. We plan on playing at noon so everyone has enough time to go home and get ready. This is the “gang”, there are about twelve of us that do everything together including football, we are all great players and all plan on going to college in the fall to play football. Sitting in my car I crank my music up so my system in the trunk is blasting. I take the normal way home shifting gears without noticing from doing it so much. It always takes me so long to get home right after school because I am constantly having to stop for the bus’s letting off all the freshman and sophmores. Twenty minutes later I park out in front of my house on the side of the road. I run through the rain to my front door, I run through the porch and into the house. Once I get in I smell the usual scent of the fabreze my mom sprays all throughout the house. The first door on the right with a giant mirror on the door happens to be my room. My room is pretty basic except something all my friends hated, the walls were navy blue with a maze strip going horizontally to represent my favorite college the Michigan Wolverines. I dig through my long wooden dresser that I had since I was...