Dynamo

Tyson was seventeen years old and went to St. Joseph High School. He lived in Washington DC with his mother, father, and two brothers. He was the oldest of the ...

(Did we ever give Matt a last name? Because if we did I can't remember it.) Robert sighed as he stared down the steps. "I just want her to be ...

"So," Robert began, peeking over his newspaper at Eric from across the table, "Richard called me earlier." Eric went still for a moment. Had Richard called Meagan's father on the ...

"I think she went up to her room," Eric told her, not knowing how to handle the situation. He knew Meagan didn't want her parents to see her all scuffed ...

Eric looked at Meagan, then back to Richard. "We ran into a bit of trouble in the parking lot. It's been taken care of." "What kind of trouble?" Richard demanded. ...

Eric blocked the uppercut before grabbing Matt's arm and twisting it. The boy yelped in pain as he released Eric's shirt. Eric released him and moved in with the speed ...

Matt moved in to grab her again, but was stopped when Eric put himself between them. "I think that's enough," Eric said. "You!" he shouted, jabbing a finger at Eric. ...

Even though they lost, playing in the game had been a thrill for Eric. He only wished he could play again. After receiving praises from the whole team they went ...

They made the try for point kick after the touch-down, which brought their touchdown score from 6 to 7. From that point on the Edgeworth Gladiators fought tooth and nail ...

"We're almost there, just a few more yards!" one of the other players said excitedly. Rick turned to Eric, his face beaming. "We've got them on the ropes, what now?" ...

The rest of the team race up to Eric. "That was amazing!" Rick shouted as they all gathered around. "This isn't the time to be celebrating," Eric told him. "We've ...

By the time they got back to their seats Eric was suited up and on the field. His uniform was #39. This should be interesting, if nothing else, Meagan thought ...

(I just got a good idea. You'll see what it is by the end of this post.) Eric watched as the opposing team marched onto the field. Clad in gray ...

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, though Eric did catch a few people looking at him from time to time. When the bell rang and signalled the end ...

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