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RYLEY
After sitting at the station for four hours twiddling my f*****g thumbs, I figured my brother would at some point come to get me. I called and texted, but nothing. At least I was free to go with no charges against me. Thank God.
“Is there anyone else you can call?” the officer asked. “Your family? A friend? Your coach?”
The officer’s name was Brigg and I was right when I thought he was ex-military. For the past couple of hours he’d told me stories of his time overseas, and it just so happened that he and my father were both at Camp Pendleton during the same time frame.
Unfortunately, I definitely couldn’t call my coach. He had already threatened to leave me and my brother behind if we got into any more trouble. My mother was out of the question; in her eyes, my brother and I n
