Friday night came along. I was obviously bigger and am now the starting running back.  My plan was working out, but the steroids have some side effects that I overlooked.  I ran a great game, but I then thought that the running back that was ahead of me (now behind me) didn’t use steroids.  When he runs, he earns his yards, unlike me, the steroid user.  That night I went into an all time low. I couldn’t sleep, so I took a drive.  My mind was a labyrinth.  I couldn’t think straight. I thought there was nothing else I could do but eat, so I did.  I got a burger, calmed down, and then went home. 

            I thought about things that weekend, and then learned what I have to do.  I need to go to the coach and tell him what I did. Monday came along and I went to coach’s office first thing in the morning with and earnest intent.  I told him about my steroid usage.  I was kicked off the team for the rest of my high school years. I wasn’t as loveable, I cheated.  I lost some friends.  I wasn’t surprised, but I was still depressed.

            I figured that my whole life wasn’t screwed up. I could still make it to a good college if I got good grades in the rest of my high school years. I really think that I could still do something good with my life.  Hopefully I don’t mess this chance up.