GENRE: Upper MG Contemporary Fantasy
“Do you know how much we've done to get you this far? You're going to lose your chance if you play like that again. I won’t let you lose it,” his father’s voice was rising.
Gabe’s grip on the arm rest tightened, squeezing what little was left of the padding. “We tried. They had a stronger team. We did our best.”
“Who cares about the team? They were watching you. What were you thinking? You should have been scoring.”
“Dad! Look!” he yelled as an oncoming car’s lights came straight at them.
His dad yanked the wheels back over the yellow line and turned the windshield wipers up faster. “Relax. I take you all over this waste of a city every weekend. I know how to drive. No little nothing is going to tell me how to drive.”
Gabe shifted closer to the door and tried to look through the streaked window but all he could see was the reflection of his father glaring at him, spewing words he no longer listened to. He had to admit that his father was right about one thing though. He couldn’t lose his chance. It was his ticket out.
With a calloused hand inches from his face he didn’t see what was coming, and neither did his dad. “No!” screamed at him from somewhere deep but his mouth never moved. They swerved hard, right through the rail. In the mist surrounding the bridge the beat up truck fell, no sense of speed, just a moment of pure loss.