Ashton Varnat
It was the first game of the season. A hard game to play when my mind and heart were nowhere near the field. They were miles away, wherever Isla was.
I went through the motions… I arrived on time; I made my way to the locker room. My friends were already there.
“You look like s**t,” Carl said, and I nodded.
“I feel like s**t,” I confirmed, and he sighed.
“Look, I know you are confused and going through something you didn't expect this year, but scouts are out there; they will look out for every move you make on that field. You have worked hard for this. Football is your ticket to being free of your family's pressure… be smart about it,” he said, something I already knew, but that, at the moment, I couldn't control.
The whole thing was beyond my comprehension, and b
