Beyond My Choices/Issue 5

Issue 5 -Things I Can't Forget
'''     Bradley awoken, he stood up and look to his side as he seen a bottle of vodka. He didn’t really know how it got there, but at least he didn’t fuck another girl, nor did something embarrassing, at least he hoped he didn’t. He stood out of bed, and wiped the crust off his eyes and made his way to his closet. He simply slaps on some jeans and a shirt, until he turns around surprised at the view.'''

'''A random girl lies in his bed with her panties wrapped around her ass. He still doesn’t remember anything, but this isn’t the first time it has happened. He’s still shocked, but still manages to carry himself in the kitchen. '''

Chanel: I couldn’t sleep last night man…

Bradley: I wonder why…

Chanel: Look, you need to stop bringing these women back here…  What if I just bring Jackson in here on night, just so I can have sex with him?

Bradley: It’s not like we’re even having sex or anything… Damn… Bradley takes out a few pieces to create a sandwich.

'''Chanel: I’m not stupid, you really think you just play Monopoly or some shit? I can hear all the moans going on, and it’s just annoying…'''

Bradley: Something tells me you’re jelly.

'''Chanel: Jelly? What the hell is that supposed to mean?'''

'''Bradley: You know, jealous. Bradley places the second and final loaf of bread on top of the sandwich.'''

Chanel: Why would I be jealous?

'''Bradley: Because, you hear the moans, and I don’t know you get horny don’t you? Bradley takes a bite in his sandwich.'''

Chanel: Ugh, whatever… I’m going to see Jackson; I can’t stand being around your perverted self.

'''Bradley: Guilty as charged. Bradley takes another bite from his sandwich.'''

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'''Bradley who now walks alone on the street walks trying to figure out what has happened in the past 24-hours, but nothing pops in his mind. He rocks a grey beanie that reads “Grizzlies” on it. He has grey sweat pants, and a hoodie to match it as well. In his book bag, he doesn’t carry much besides a few snacks to eat at the rookie training.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''In front of him, he can finally see everyone else. Multiple teens running along with each other, and he even sees Audi who is in the middle of the pack. '''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Jay: Bradley! Aye, what up brotha! The two exchange in a dap-hug.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley: What up man! What’s going on so far?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Green team has been in the lead so far… red, blue, and yellow aren’t that far back though…

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: How many events?

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Actually none so far, there just doing the 3k for right now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bradley: Team captains?

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Let me see… Jay reaches in his pocket, where he brings out a piece of paper that holds the names of the teams.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Let’s see, Yellow team is Jason Holmes, Red team is Lara Howard, Blue team is Kyle Dreyer, and Green is, well shit Audi Arabela is leader of Green team.

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Bradley: Isn’t that something? My guess is Green vs Blue… You?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Jay: Same… Kyle’s a pretty hard-working kid.

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<p class="MsoNormal">'''Audi runs in front of the pack, as she doesn’t look like a newbie at this at all. Right behind her, is her only competition with is Kyle who isn’t that far from behind. Kyle remembers the time when he first made the track team, but this was different. He wanted to make a name for himself, and so did this girl he has never talked to, nor even knows.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Audi still maintains the lead, as Kyle knows he can only keep up at her pace for not much longer. Kyle sees this opportunity as motivation as he sees the finish line in front of him. He picks his feet up, and in a flash he is the one now in the lead. Kyle stepped crossed the line, as he felt a relief of rejoice. He hasn’t felt this confident in years. Still smiling and cheering with his team, he looks behind him where Audi stands giving him the eagle eye.'''

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<p class="MsoNormal">'''All of the teams sit down at their own tables, as if they had their own cliques in high school. Audi looks to her right as she she’s a beautiful young lady sit down on a nice firm black beach chair. She wears a pink hoodie, and blue skinny jeans. She writes down on a note pad, as she seems very familiar with her job, but Audi can’t quite figure out what she exactly did.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Speaking of familiar faces, she sees a exited Kyle as he takes a seat in front of the young lady.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Young Lady: Hello, as you may already know I’m Carrie Ann, but everyone usually calls me Octavia and I want to ask you some questions!

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Kyle: Oh, yeah! I heard about you! Medical field and a journalist if I’m correct?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Octavia: Yes! Impressive, well I’m going to start this out by asking you how old are you?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Kyle: 17. Kyle says with a smile.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Octavia: So I see you out there today, and you were very impressive! Tell me, did you ever do track before all of this?'''

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Kyle: Yes! If I believe so, 9th grade… Octavia takes a few moments to write down the main points.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Octavia: Alright, so what do you like to do in your free time?

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyle: You know, that’s something I actually ask myself quite a lot… probably a little too much…

<p class="MsoNormal">'''Octavia: And what do you mean exactly? Octavia continues to write down in her journal.'''

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyle: Just the fact my parents are gone, those are moments I wish I had back… I’ve seen so much and done so much, to the point where I’m kind of paranoid….

<p class="MsoNormal">Octavia: Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyle: No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up… Octavia dots down a few more words, as she begins to feel bad for this young man.