Manager Background Part 2- The Faltering Future
15th July 2006
This was it. Results day. There was no backing away now. It was time.
I slowly clambered into the hallway of my run-down school. Its once tall, proud structure was slowing decaying away. My time here were close to being over, but I shall always have a special place in my heart, for this dismal association. Its impact on my life will be everlasting, whether good or bad.
Of course, this wasn’t the time for reconciliation, it was time for anticipation. My whole future would be decided in the next 10 minutes. I came in here a boy, and would leave a man, no matter the results.
My heart thumped as I saw my once best friend, Taramas Alata, a Turkish student who I shared lots of memories with. He was the only person who could even stand the sight of me, but even that soon disappeared. My love of football, and his of studies, had driven us apart. Taramas was holding his envelope tightly to his chest, bearing a sly grin on his pale face. He had got into Cambridge, of course. He had one of the fastest minds in the school, and was the first person ever to reach one of the big two universities.
Shifting my attention, I realised that I was now 2nd in line. I told myself to breathe, that it would all be ok, I would get the 3 B’s that I needed to go to Bristol. I would study Sport Management, and have a great time.
‘Casimir?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ I replied, as I was pulled out of my trance.
‘Ah, lets see…H…..Harvey, Hills, ah, here we go, Hunter.’
I looked up, and quickly ushered a prayer.
‘Here you go, good luck’.
‘Thank you’ I quietly muttered as I scampered over to the side. The letter only contained one piece of paper, but it felt like the heaviest thing I’d ever held. Tearing open the seal, my hands pulled up the sheet. I glanced over the contents, before seeing the most important bit. My face changed into a shocked, disbelieving expression.
Oh, God, why?
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