Louise shouts to us from behind the counter. The diner is the place we all go for food, coffee, or to just chill with friends or today, in my case, it’s to wallow in my misery. They are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and have the best food in the area. “So, did you get your training schedule for football yet?” Matt asks, breaking the silence. Matt is going to a school down state. Although we’ve always planned to go to college together and play football for all four years, we both received full scholarships to separate schools that we couldn’t pass up. “Yeah, I am supposed to start it Monday...workouts every morning for at least two hours, and then weightlifting at night.” I couldn’t care less about it, though. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t care less about football. “We have to be on campus August fifth to start two-a-days.”
