In the Heat of the Moment by Deaundre Brown (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕

Chapter 1 Last thing I remeber

 

 

“ Fourth and 15. The Bandits line up at the 10. Gold county down by 3. With only 10 seconds left.”

 

They are in a 5 package going into a man to man coverage with a blitz set up. I’ll call for a Baby Z power. “ X, X, Weak left 78 B, 78 B.” I shouted Justin starts to walk forward to me

“ Yo are u sure you want to risk this game on this play” Justin whispered. “ Yea” I replied” “just watch for me on the left”

“ Set hike”. I howled into the air of the night. The defense dropped back as I predicted. I gave the ball to Justin and sprinted left. I looked back to see Justin moving simultaneously on the other side of the field. When I got to the outside of the line of scrimmage I hooked a right turn at a ninety degree angle only to see that Justin was ahead of me. We have to be faster. Come on, Come on, Faster, Faster words were spilling out of my brain.

“ Our running back Justin collens has the ball and what’s this he pitches the ball back to the rookie quarter back Fred Larson, Fred at the 15 running mid field turning to the right side of the field, now at the 30, Fred’s in the clear two defenders close behind him, it’s a foot race down the side line, I have never seen this be done before a quarter back outruns these defensive backs. He’s at the 50, the 40, the 30, the 20, the 10, the five, Dives into the endzone, touchdown Bandits. We are going to the State. We are going to state. My oh my we are going to state.”

 

 

“Everyone, we chilling at the burger shack tonight.” Shouted someone on the other half of the locker room. I just sat there. Sitting on the bench.

“ Whats wrong?” Asked coach.

“I think I dislocated my shoulder, coach.”

“ Come on, Get up. Lets go see the trainer.”

As I stand up I feel my muscles pulling in my legs. Slowly I make my way over to the coaches office. And into the training staffs room. I stand in the door way of the office and look around. Nobody here, I’ll sit down and wait. I walk over to one of the chairs and plop down into the cushion. Gold, blue and black. Some strange colors for a high school football team. I gaze lightly across the room. Noticing the gold and blue walls with the thin black trim across the middle to separate the gold from the blue. “enjoying the chair” said a voice from behind me. I shift a little and then turn to look. Attempting not to move my shoulder at all.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied to the trainer who is just staring at me from the doorway. There was a awkward silence in the room. Outside I could hear car doors slam and cars pulling away.

“Why are u in here Fred. Oh and congrats on the touchdown.”

“Thanks Mr. Clark. I, think I might have dislocated my shoulder in that last play of the game.” Mr. Clark slowly stepped closer and closer. Boom Thunder sounded through the air.p I looked outside to see rain coming down hard. Then I turned around to see where Mr. Clark was. But he was nowhere to be found.

I stood up. Once again experiencing the muscles in my legs stretch. Where did he go. I don’t know, but I need to be getting home soon. I walked back to the locker rooms and opened my locker. And grabbed my keys of the hook. Boom. A sound came from behind me. I spun around to look for what it was. But nothing was to be found. I wasted no more time to think about it. I sprinted for the door and out to my car. These seats are so comfortable now lets get home.

The car slowly came to a stop in my driveway. Click click Click my phone went off In the other seat. It was a new message on my phone. Hey baby great job tonight. Kiss Kiss, See you in the morning. – Angle

I put my phone down and just sat there listening to the rain patter off the top of my cars roof. SHHH I spun around in the car to see Mr. Clark sitting in the back seat. “What are you doing in my car” I shouted at him.

“I’m sorry for this” He whispered back

“What are you…” I started to say but before I could even finish speaking Mr. Clark bit my neck at full force.

“What happened” I said as I woke up. I opened my eyes and saw that my whole family was standing over me. I quickly realized that I was in my bed under my covers.

“Where were you last night, We were worried sick about you.” I tried to retrace my steps from the previous night but all i could remember was pulling into the driveway. I slowly sat up and began to tell my parents what I could remember. “Then I pulled into the driveway and that’s it. That’s what I remember.”

“That’s it” my dad said to me.

“Yes sir. That’s it. That’s all I remember.”

 

Chapter 2 What Am I? Part one

Be outside in 10 minutes. We are going to a party!  I opened the text in shock. My first day out of a hospital and justin already wants me to go to a party. i just got out of the hospital. Sorry can't go tonight. Maybe next time. I texted back to justin and layed back down, shoving a pillow into my face. Beep Beep! my Phone went off. I opended the messege saying Too late we are outside. Hurry up! I looked out of my window and to no suprise Justin and Alex were outside in the driveway. I rolled off of the bed and onto the floor. I really didn't feel like going. But i got off the floor and proceeded down the stairs. "Hey! you ready to go or do we have to kiddnap you." 

" I'm ready i guess. Wait i need to go get my phone, stay here." Immedeatly I went back into the house and raced up the stairs. "Don't go to that party Fred. It's not going to go well for you." A voice boomed behind me. I spun around ready to fight anyone there. Noone was behind me, but his voice was still there. I waisted no time to find the person, instead i went up the stairs and grabbed my phone, then raced out of the house. 

"Can we finnaly go!" sarcasticly spoke Justin. "Yea. Lets go." I replyed 

What Am I? Part two

 (Justin's POV)

 

 

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,  The music was so looud that I couldn't hear myself, Even outside. I walked the outline of the house all the way to the back. The only place that wasn't crowded with people and beer and pulled out my phone. When did i miss a call from Millisa. Millisa was my girlfreind. We had been together for about a year before she decided tomove in with her dad, who didn't aprove of the realationship we had. My phone began to vibrate in my hands and i looked onto the bright scrren to see who was calling me. Millisa Was read acros the top and i awnsered. "Hello" Came a voice through the phone. It was millisa but she sounded like she was crying. "Millisa are you okay, whats wrong, what happened?" I asked  trying to hide the anger and worry in my voice as a group of guys walked past, heading to their car. DRUNK out of their minds. " someones here. Someone is locked outside my room with a gun. He just shot my dad. Please come help me. Please hurry. BOOM."  

A gun sounded of through the phone. I droped the beer can onto the soft grass of the mansion and sprinted to the car. Pulling out i heard two voices behind me. Fred and Charles were sprinting down the stairs to the car. "Were are you going." panted charles trying to catch his breath. "Get in! We have to go to Millisa's house. Someones trying to kill her. Common get in!" fred and charles both climed into the backseat and we sped off, onto the highway. Our way I let charles play some music from his phones playlist

I couldn't hear any of the music all around me, My thoughts were over every inch of music comeing out of the speakers. What if i'm to late? What if  shes already dead? What if........ What if the last time i see her is in a coffin?  At the thought of that i pressed the gas peadle a little bit harder. 

One Car drive to a girls house Later

"Where is he? Who's here." I burst through the door almost going crazy. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" came a scream from upstairs. At the I sped up the stairs Tackling the person in all black standing in front of a busted down door. "Who are you" I asked as i continued to puch his face. I froze as his body went limp. Not a sound in the house. Everything was silent.

(Hey everybody. Hope your enjoying the book so far. It's my first. Leave a comment and give me a few suggestions about some other books you would like for me to write. I am thinking about making this into a series so let me know what you think.

- De'Aundre)

 

What Am I? Part three