Kragner!," Mr. Fle shouted as the ball smacked Donny in the face, "This is one of two of the only matches the D's play this season and you can't even catch the bloody ball. Get of the pitch!"
Cowardice in the face of the enemy
Brendon Fleming
"Kragner!," Mr. Fle shouted as the ball smacked Donny in the face, "This is one of two of the only matches the D's play this season and you can't even catch the bloody ball. Get of the pitch!"
Donny staggered of the pitch, with his hand covering his bleeding nose. He received another shower of insults and criticisms from his fellow rugby players.
He went home feeling extremely depressed and degraded.
"How did the rugby match go?," asked his mother.
"Um...uh, it was good," he said.
"Did you win?"
"No, we...uh didn't have enough players."
He didn't really want to tell his mum what had really happened. He felt quite embarrassed and upset that he had let his entire team down. Donny hadn't had the best day.
The thing was, he was almost afraid of rugby, and only did it because that was the sport that all the popular people did. But when the game started, he switched of and seemed petrified. Donny loved watching rugby, so why did he hate to play it?
The next day, he started playing rugby again. As the ball was being kicked up, he managed to catch it, but as other people ran towards it, he fell into a state of panic.
Donny was extremely embarrassed after the games session and had become the laughing of the year. Everyone called him names and laughed at him as he walked past them.
Later on, as he was walking down to supper at school, a boy with three missing teeth and a uniform that looked like he'd just been mud wrestling in it came to ...
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The next day, he started playing rugby again. As the ball was being kicked up, he managed to catch it, but as other people ran towards it, he fell into a state of panic.
Donny was extremely embarrassed after the games session and had become the laughing of the year. Everyone called him names and laughed at him as he walked past them.
Later on, as he was walking down to supper at school, a boy with three missing teeth and a uniform that looked like he'd just been mud wrestling in it came to him and said "I ere you got a problem."
"So," Donny replied with an angry voice.
"Chill out brov! I'm ere to elp."
"How?"
The boy had a strange smile on his face, "I can elp you be good at rugby. Make you stop fearing it."
"How," Donny replied, this time with a voice of curiosity.
The boy checked to see no one was looking. He produced a small clear plastic envelope from his pocket. An envelope with white powder and pills in it.
"Is that what I think it is?" Donny said, a little scared.
"Well watya fink it is. Fis is magic."
"Listen," Donny said sternly, "I don't do drugs."
"You don't av to. Just for rugby. It will-"
"I know what it will do! What's in it for you?"
"Ten quid a week."
That's a pretty good price, Donny thought to himself, and there were only 8 weeks left of the school season. And could help Donny. Yes, he could be faster, not care about being hurt. But what if he got caught.
"You chicken or sum fink?" the boy said.
That made Donny choose one of the most important choices of his life...
Donny strode off the pitch after yet another victory for the A's team, and his usual series of scoring 10 tries in one match. He had his usual showers of praise form his spectators. Yes, life had gone "way up" fro Donny, except for one thing. He had become a drug addict.
On Monday, he went to his usual meeting area of the school toilets to get his new supply. The boy who was supplying Donny with the drugs had kept his name a secret.
"I want more this time," Donny said to him.
"You sure?," Said the boy.
" Yes!" Donny shouted.
"Ok, Ok, chill out."
The tow swapped money fro drugs. Donny opened the cocaine and snorted it in. It felt like he had just got water up his nose, but then everything changed. Everything became slower and clearer. All his troubles seemed to disappear. His troubles included the fact that his mum had grounded him, the fact that his school grades were slowly declining, and the fact that whenever he didn't take his drug, he became irritated. Little did he know, Mr. Fle suspected that he was on drugs, and was organising to have him tested. He thought he'd just be certain of it first.
"Hi Donny," Mr. Fle said to him as he was walking off the pitch.
"Hello sir."
"I don't see you a lot now that you've moved up to the A's."
"I know. Weird isn't it."
"You seem to look quite tired and sweaty a lot now."
Donny was getting nervous. "Are you implying something sir?"
"Not at all, I just think its strange that you moved up from the D's to the A's in such a short space of time."
"What," Donny shouted, "You think I'm on drugs on something?"
"Are you?"
"NO!"
"Promise?"
Donny hesitated a little after Mr. Fle said this.
"Donny, do you promise?"
"Yes I do promise!" Donny bellowed, and stormed off. Mr. Fle then knew, that Donny was a drug addict.
The End
