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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 2, 2009 21:15:24 GMT
  
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Don't you just hate it when you find out your coach and the star player are having an affair?! Favouritism! NO WONDER!!!!
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Aug 2, 2009 21:32:46 GMT
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The coach is having an affair with his fave player? What's happened? You shouldn't be on the bench as much dude. Your a good player...
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 2, 2009 21:35:40 GMT
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Yeah man! They've been at it for months. Too rights, I'm the best player. Who are you? Do I know you? Do you fancy helping me in my schemes of taking down Coachie?!
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Aug 2, 2009 21:41:01 GMT
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Yes. You know me. And you've just given me vital evidence to implicate the perpertrator in my murder. You coward! Why don't you say it to my face. I was actually going to put you on the team. I was actually going to give you a break. Maybe I have been too hard on you. But I need to see committment. I am not having a relationship with any bloke. Or any student; the idea repels me & I can confirm I am straight; straighter than you.
Why is it that you've missed four practices Jack? I understand you've been somewhat stressed and spent some respite in the sanatorium. I was hoping since this break I'd be able to have the old Jack back. The one who stuck his neck out for the team. Not stuck a knife in them. The one who actually cared about the game, not just his popularity status. Its your call Jack.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 2, 2009 21:49:59 GMT
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HATES it when teachers trick you!!!
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Lucky you'll be dead then so you can't get me for it. :/ Coward? I will say it to your face then tough guy.
 Stop lying coachie, you're full of shit. You haven't let me play in over a year and you're not going to start now. You're a prick, I play way better than half the jerks who can't even pass and you still don't let me play! My attitude was fine until you started benching me. Its favouritism and you know it!!!!!!!!!!
Right, sure you are. There's nothing going on between you and Theo? I guess he's just paying you then!
If you already know why I've missed them, why are you even asking? I was going to quit anyway. There's no point being part of a team when your coach treats you like shit and forces you to dress up just to watch a game???! I mean really wtf is your problem!
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Aug 2, 2009 22:03:47 GMT
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Can you just confirm if an attempt will be made on my life, or simply if you are just talking shit. To be honest Jack, I may just have to take this up with the principle. I believe you set me a trap by putting my name on your status.
I am not full of shit. You need to get your head out of your ass, and if you don't believe me why don't you speak to Shirley; Tim's secretary and ask her to pull out the formation sheets that I handed in to be filed over six weeks ago. Your on them starting last week, but you didn't show so you haven't played, and I understand you became unwell and admitted yourself and that is fair enough too.
Theo is not paying me. He is a good player. Simple as. He is dedicated to the game.
You can't quit, your father will come down on you like a tonne of bricks. He rings every week to see if you've attended. As does your mom. To be honest this situation is far bigger than favouritism. It's actually blackmail. From your parents.
The issues are: A long time ago, I was out clubbing with my pals and I got chatting to this beautiful women. We hit it off straight away, and before I knew it she was at my house and we were at it like rabbits; pardon the expression. This went on for months. I thought she was a single woman with no ties, but one night I realised she wasn't. I went to meet my brother for tea in a restaurant; I seen my amazing girlfriend, but she was with another man... and a teenage boy. That teenage boy was you, and that beautiful woman was your mother.
I was horrified. I would have never ever gotten with her if I'd have known she was married, or related to a student. I felt awful. You were on the team... you were playing well. Then I stopped seeing your mother, I called it off. She wanted to get serious, but I couldn't she had a family. You were my student. So she split up with your father. I rejected her. I didn't want to be a part of it. Your game started to faulter, and your father noted it. He was annoyed. He wanted you off the team. Your father begin to black mail me. He knew about the affair, and he beat me black and blue. Granted I deserved it, but you were a good player; we got on well back then, and I needed to keep you on the team. But your father said it wasn't good for you... He's the reason you've been benched. I'm sorry.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 2, 2009 23:11:56 GMT
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Take it to the principle, I don’t give a shit. There’s no point even being at school anyway, I’m not going to do anything with my life! I’m not unwell, fuck off. You don’t have a clue. I will check with Shirley, but even if you’re right I’m not giving you an apology.
My mom, who I haven’t heard from in a year, bothers to ring you but not me? Why the hell would my mom ring my football coach? More to the point how would she even know you exist?! By the sounds of things you’re a bit deluded, Coachie. Maybe it’s time for your stint. And my dad has nothing to do with you. I’m not a minor anymore, I can do what I want. What?
[Jack sat up and leaned forward towards the screen. He was already feeling pent up and high with adrenaline, his heart beat pulsing as he had his coachie confrontation. But now he felt sick, he cupped his chin in his hands as he leaned to the laptop. How could his coach be in contact with his mom, and why wouldn’t she contact him? He didn’t understand why adults had this ability just to bring him down, where the sense in any of it was. It was like everything which happened in his life was counter pro active, and now even his coach was adding to it. But teacher’s shouldn’t be there to mess up your life. His breathing was unsteady as he nervously awaited for the tails of blackmail from Coachie. He knew it shouldn’t really occur but his dad, his dad was mental and nasty. It was something which quite easily could happen. But why would his dad blackmail the coach?
As the message was posted, Jack sat frozen in his chair as his lip grew in a quick quiver. It seemed as if piece by piece his life was falling apart, and piece by piece his body was following. He felt a surge in his gut as he reached for the bin next to his desktop, hurling his previous meal into it. How could that have happened? He didn’t even know how to feel, his body was trembling, small tears caressed his face and he felt overall messed up, a cold shiver coming over his body. It was five minutes before he responded again.]
Why have you told me this, Mitch? I mean seriously why didn’t you just hand me a fucking loaded gun?! You’re the person I have to blame for having no mother and a dickhead of a father, who apparently would kill me if I quit the team but is happy enough to have me benched?!
I thought my mom left because she couldn’t deal with losing my brother. I thought my dad turned aggressive because he was angry because of Sam and because my mom bailed, and I could deal with his shit because I knew I was all he had left, and I loved him, and I was feeling exactly the same so a black eye every now and then was fine if it helped him. But now you tell me that I’ve been getting abused for an entire year all because you couldn’t keep your dick in your fucking pants? You took my mom from me, my dad, my mind, sports, any dreams of going to college, I mean seriously are you sure you didn’t have a part to play in my brother dying because by the looks of things it’s been your life ambition to ruin mine!
And then you lecture me about caring more about my popularity status and getting drunk than your dumb team?! What else do I have to care about? How could you even lecture me at all knowing what you’ve done? And why are you apologising now? Do you really think a ‘I’m sorry’ is going to make up for any of it? I mean in all fairness none of this is your fault, it’s my mom’s for being a slut, my dad for not giving a shit, and mine for being so caught up with myself right?! You were just some poor innocent guy who got caught up in some fucked up family. Well you can stop that now, Coachie. I’m quitting your football team, you can get back with my ‘mom’, I don’t care, she’s not my family and neither’s my dad so go for it, continue your fuck fest with your beautiful ex girlfriend. I’ll stay out of your life so you don’t get black mailed anymore. I’ll tell my dad that I’m dropping out of school and that’s why I can’t play so then you won’t get your precious little face hurt again. Sorted, Mitch, thanks for telling me.
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Aug 3, 2009 20:45:27 GMT
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I don't want an apology. There is point in you being here. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
I am not deluded.
[Mitchell stared at the screen, almost scared to look at Jack's response. This was a conversation he should have had face to face but he wasn't brave enough. Not because he was scared of Jack, but he knew if the tables had been reversed Mitchell would have taken it extremely badly. Mitchell sat staring at his lap top, his hand cupped in his hands. He ignored the IM's flashing at the bottom of the screen. Jack was his priority now.
Mitchell sighed as the pause was extended. He guessed Jack would be flying some shit towards him, or wouldn't believe him. The truth was long over due, but that didn't make things any easier. Mitchell wanted to type. But he had nothing to say.]
Well. I just thought you had a right to know. I've been treating you badly. I'm so sorry Jack. I've been on at your parents to tell you the truth, but every time I came close your father... he's a frightening man. I have something for you. I have you an unconditional football scholarship to university if you want to go. And a cheque. I've made your life misery; at least let me try and repay you.
Look Jack, I can understand your upset, but I never meant to ruin your life. And I didn't know she was a mom. I didnt know she was married. Come on Jack, you gotta believe me. Its taken me a lot to come out with this.
NO! JACK YOU CAN'T I'LL HAVE TO TAKE DRASTIC MEASURES. YOU CANT QUIT. I BECAME A TEACHER TO HELP PEOPLE PROGRESS AND ADMITTEDLY I HAVENT BEEN A GOOD ONE BUT THAT IS GOING TO CHANGE. YOU CAN'T BAIL ON ME. I TOO HAVE NO FAMILY. YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE A SON TO ME
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 3, 2009 21:09:51 GMT
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My dad in comparison to you is not frightening. His arm in comparison to yours is the size of your little finger so quit making excuses. You’re your own person, and it’s your responsibility how you decide to treat people so don’t go throwing it on anyone elses back. I don’t want your shitty guilt scholarship. If I was to get a scholarship I’d want it on my own ability not just because my shit head teacher got caught shagging my mom and had a guilt trip over it later. And I don’t want your money either. The fact that you think money can make up for it is sick.
Oh I’m sorry, I hadn’t realised how much it took you to come out with this. Let me come over there and give you a congratulationing hand shake and a medal. Fuck off, Mitch, I’m not going to feel sorry for you. You told me this over the internet too!? Gee, what a tough guy you are. And you feel like you have the right to call me a coward, I’m not the one torturing one of my students just because I’m scared of getting shouted at. It’s sick that Theo looks up to you too, and even if he knew about this he’d probably support you. You guys are fucked up!
I’m eighteen I can do what I like. And I’m not quitting, I’m just not going to waste my time anymore. If you were here in person I would’ve knocked you out for saying that, but you know it’s right, I am like a son to you. My parents seem to have a habit of treating me like shit so you fit the bill fine. Only actually I’m disowning you, Dad?! I have enough with one. Seriously Mitch just fuck off out of my life.
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Post by Mitchell MaCDonald on Aug 4, 2009 19:31:18 GMT
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Your dad is evil. You don't know him like I do. I'm not making excuses! You were spotted. A year ago. They made an offer five months ago, just as you got benched. I'm telling the truth. I rang them and explained you had family difficulties and you would make a decision before Christmas. You deserve the money. Money wont help. I know that, but it will help you with making sure the rest of your time in school is enjoyable.
I am not fucked up. Please just accept my apology. We could be friends. We could get on. We could be friends even. You gotta give me a chance. You need to meet me. We need to talk. You gotta trust me on this one. I have things to show you. The story is deeper than it seems. I know I am an asshole, and I know how old you are. I know you would have. And I deserve it. But at least meet me. I wont fuck off until you meet me.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 4, 2009 19:38:17 GMT
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Fine, if it's the only way you'll fuck off.
Meet me in Starbucks, only so I don't kill you.
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Stop lying coachie, you're full of shit. You haven't let me play in over a year and you're not going to start now. You're a prick, I play way better than half the jerks who can't even pass and you still don't let me play! My attitude was fine until you started benching me. Its favouritism and you know it!!!!!!!!!! 
