Now you were unsure of what to do. Your new father said that Ryan has practice. But you still don't fully know how to play football. Since you wanted to play it normally without Ryan's parents suspecting anything, you decided that you should go to practice. You then yelled down,
"Alright dad, I'll get ready, be down in a few minutes."
It was the first time using Ryan's voice. You enjoyed the deepness of it and how it carried. Anyway, you needed to get ready quick. His room has a real mess. There was half eaten food scattered about and clothes everywhere. Somehow under the mess you began to find his uniform. Luckily just as you hoped parts of Ryan's memory came back to you. With them you put together the uniform with ease. To your surprise it wasn't to hard. After sliding the jersey over your pads you took one last look in the mirror. You saw a 16 year old that was the perfect example of a jock. That was your former bully. But now you were in charge of him. I could get really used to this you thought.
Well you walked out of the bedroom and strides down the spiral staircase. Still getting used to the uniform, you kept adjusting it.
"There you are son, com'on were gunna be late. And your going to start as quarterback ."
You took one big gulp, as you new it was going to be even harder as before. But then a thought crossed your mind...
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