Posted Sat Jul 11, 2015 | 175 Words | Tagged story

In my post locker was a strange black box with a note written on top. Opening it up, it simply read “wear this and meet at the gym changing rooms at 5″.

I got into the gym, and put my bad down containing the box. I hadn’t opened it, as I was quite busy during the day. I opened it in the box to reveal just a sports t-shirt, short, socks and some pads.

I thought it might be fun to put on, so I first of all put on the shorts, then the shirt and then the pads and socks.

“Hey bro, ready for the game?” I hear someone shout and my heart sank. It was one of the jocks I hated.

“Yeah bro” I responded without even realising what I said.

Wait, bro? Football? I sat down and thought for a bit as to what was going on. My head was getting foggy and I couldn’t think.

“Bro, are you comin or what?”

That was my call, better not let the team down