Great Ambitions

Looking at the tombstone I wanted to cry, but no tears were coming out. Instead I yelled loudly and hopped right out of my sit and began to run. Not knowing where I was going I just kept running, my feet would know when to stop. I didn't matter, nothing matter, nobody cared. I was angry, mad at the pilot, mad at his coaches, mad at mom, mad at my dad and mad at the world. I was furious: why him, why did we have to move, why this weekend, what if my father never left, what did he ever do to anyone? I just kept asking myself these questions over and over. I stopped running finnally ending at the football field. The tears immediatly start running down my face. By now I am walking and I make my way to the center of the feild. I sit right in the middle of the fifty yardline sobbing unstoppably. I quietly look around this vastly, empty stadium and want nothing more than to see Bryce score one last touchdown.