Author: Cheeseball417 PM
Young Cheryl Yoast is beginning her high school career at T.C. Williams in 1971, the year of integration. Can she survive as a freshmen in this chaos?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 14,085 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 04-28-12 - Published: 03-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7939162
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A.N. Hey everyone! So I'm on spring break right now, and I decided I should write a bit. I decided on a short Remember the Titans fanfic since it's one of my favorite movies even though I barely understand football. Now, I don't think it ever really mentions what grades all of the guys are in, but it does say Petey is a Junior, so for all intensive purposes, all of the guys will be in their Junior year unless said otherwise. Also, I'm mixing it up a bit and Sheryl and Nicky are going to be older, as in Freshmen, and little Karen is going to be somewhere in middle school. Hope you like it.
"WHAT ARE THEY DOING! If they keep playing like that we're gonna lose every game!" I heard myself yell, more to express my frustration than anything else.
"Aw, I didn't think it was that bad." Coach tried to reason with me, but he didn't try too hard since we both knew it was useless.
Coach and I went way back, he was my dad after all. He put everything he had into the game of football that it drove my mom to leave him, but I had no choice, I stayed with Coach. After all, he needed me, how else would he survive.
"And shouldn't you be home, I'm pretty sure all your summer work isn't finished for the start of the school year." I just rolled my eyes. Football triumphed over school work any day of the week.
Alan came running down the stairs to the fence that separated the old train station from the grassy field my dad was coaching his returning Titans on. "Guys! It's coming down at the store!" That's all they needed to hear and the team was off, running full speed towards the store in question, Gary, the big brother I never had, in the lead.
Coach ran off towards his truck, with the sole purpose of stopping them. I followed him and hopped in the bed as he was pulling away.
Now, being raised by a man had its advantages. One of these advantages was not too much scared you. If I hadn't been raised solely by coach, the sight that greated me at the store would've had me sniveling in my place on the bed, but since that wasn't the case, I was able to take it all in.
Blacks and whites segregated on separate sides of the entrance to the store, only being restrained by the police and their nightsticks. The owner of the store could be seen through the window, loading his shotgun, but he was stopped by another police officer; right before a crate crashed through the window.
At that precise moment my daddy cut our boys off, just before they reached the ranks of rioters. Gary, Alan and Ray looked at my father with a look of loathing before jumping in the bed of the truck with me. I knew better than to talk to the guys when their testosterone levels were that high, after all, they were each easily twice my size.
When we returned to Coach's office, there was a tall man standing behind his desk, clutching a football, dressed in a suit. He was black and here to coach, little did I know that he would be taking my daddy's spot.
I didn't know of the treachery until the next afternoon, when some official looking man came to our house. He cut right to the chase, telling us that the school board was giving that Boone my daddy's job since "every head coach in the system is white, we had to give him something." I just started yelling, I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know what I was saying, I just knew that I was angry, and this man was my scapegoat. I stomped off into the field, but not before kicking the man.
I ran around kicking at some tall grass, but that didn't satisfy me. So I started walking. I knew the way well, I had walked it several times in my life, sometimes with my dad and sometimes without him. The point is, I knew the way to the little Pee Wee field well.
This was my sanctuary. It represented a simpler time, when a girl could be a tomboy and not be accused of being unfeminine. When a girl could hang out with all the guys and not have her intentions questioned.
I wasn't at the field long, snapping long passes to no one, before I head a familiar voice, "Not bad curls, but it could be better."
I turned around to see Ray. Ray and I grew up together, along with the rest of my daddy's boys. Ray was two years older than me, and while we grew up together, we never really had that brother sister relationship that I had with all the other guys.
"Let me show you how it's done." With that, he picked up a football and threw it. Far. Farther than I ever could.
"Psh. I've seen better." I said, not giving in to his obvious superiority. After all, he was twice my size so obviously he would through farther.
"Ignoring that... " He said, rolling his eyes. "Let me help you. Take your stance." I did. "See that's your problem; standing like this will prevent you from using your full body weight to your advantage." He hesitated before speaking again. "Try it like this." He came right up behind me. He slid my feet one at a time with his own. Placing his hands on my hips he rotated me slightly, then he reached around my body, covering my hands with his much larger ones, "Try holding it like this." He moved my hands, "And now we go like this." And with that he moved, pulling me with him.
I don't know how it happened, maybe I moved to much or he didn't take my weight into account, but we ended up falling, him on top of me. But before I felt his weight on my back, I heard a grunt and to thuds near my head. Gotta love football reflexes. He had caught himself before hitting me. I flipped over onto my back so I was facing him.
"That didn't go as planned." He said quietly, giving me a smirk.
"Really? I never would've guessed!" I giggled.
"Come on, time to get up." He stood, pulling me with him. "We better get you back before coach finds out you're gone, after all, I'm guessing you didn't tell him."
"How did you know!"
We walked in silence back towards the old farmhouse Dad and I shared. It wasn't until we got to the door that he spoke again.
"So, are you ready for camp? Should be interesting this year. You might want to steer clear, things might get messy..."
"You aren't getting rid of me that easily. Plus, it's my favorite time of year. I get to watch you guys get your asses handed to you." I giggled.
"Hardy har har." He joked. "Now get inside, it's getting late, coach must be wondering where you are."
"I hadn't even noticed. See ya Ray!" I watched him walk away, back the way we came.
"Oh, and curls. At camp, the first night. Meet me in the foyer in front of the dinning hall." He turned, calling back.
"If I have nothing better to do." I called back, before going inside.