The Pigskin

“DOWN…. SET…. HUT HUT!”
The pigskin hit my arid hands as I dropped back and looked for a receiver. I scan the field like a eagle searching for its prey.
I hear my coach screaming from the top of his lungs “RUN THE BALL SEB!”
I scan the field one more time, then I tuck the ball and take off like it was a friday at school.
I hit the sidelines and kids on the other team were closing in, as I pounded down the sidelines I look to the side and I see a short kid on the other team about 10 feet from my position. He hits me hard… Then I wake up, in my classroom, everyone staring at me. My teacher was towering over me. My teacher Mrs. Jones breaks the silence and I felt a lecture on my hands.
Now Mr. Williams, how many sheep did you see? I look up

Jones was starting to get irritated as I talked.
“I only saw football players, but they were small, like sheep if that counts...”
She sent me to the principal's office. Principal Smith looks like he could be a giant, except the fact that he is like skin and bone, no muscle what’s so ever, but he is pale and like I said he is really tall with really dark red hair. But is always wearing nice clothes and rollies to match his big bushy mustache. But after a short lecture of
“why did you fall asleep in class huh?”
I was sent to detention. As I was in detention I pondered about football, and if I was going to miss practice. “RING” I startled as I jumped out of my seat and darted out the door. I screeched to a halt in the locker room and I saw everyone grabbing their game jersey? I very suspiciously walked over to my coach,
“Coach Thompson,” he nodded as he glanced over to me “why are we getting our game jerseys?” he sighed and looked stared me down,
“Haven't you been listening?” I look around very confused. He sighed once more and I could tell I wasn’t the first person to ask this question. He looked away for a minute and looked back at me
“Get your pads Sebastien we are going to the