Isaac opens his eyes, his vision adjusting because of the glare from the window.
"Idiot! Time to wake up, or you'll be late." His brother says as he goes to the bathroom.
"Oh, shit!". He stares at the ceiling of his room. "Today is physical education day."
Isaac turned to look at a withered volleyball in the corner of his room. He simply looked at it, but then went on his way.
Trying not to think about it. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and straightened his black hair. His dark brown eyes looked dead as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I hate PE." He muttered to himself.
"Stop complaining, you grumpy old man." Isaac's brother said as he used the bathroom.
He just threw a box of toothpaste at his brother's head. He continued to complain, but Isaac ignored him and went to school.
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It was almost noon. Everyone was excited to go to physical education class.
But our protagonist sat on a wooden bench behind a court. He did this so that no one would disturb him, as he had no intention of playing any sports.
The boy noticed that some students were setting up a volleyball net. A girl realized that he was watching.
"Isaac! Do you want to play? "She shouted to invite Isaac.
He just frowned, snorted, and walked out of there very angry.
Isaac walked around clasping his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. Remembering when he came back from physical therapy.
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Isaac was putting his jacket together after a game between the students. But it seemed that the others did not like his performance in the game.
"Isn't that the kid who was training with the professional team?" One of the boys said in a low voice.
"I can't believe he was so bad. If the city team is at this level. My God."
Isaac said nothing, just clenched his fists and walked off the court. A girl came up to him.
"I don't care what they say. "
"I don't." Isaac left, slamming the gate of the court hard.
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Isaac walked into the cafeteria and sat down at the table.
The boy had to stay in school in the afternoon because he had activities with some teachers.
Exhausted, he left the room looking like a zombie walking down the halls.
"Look who I find around here" A voice echoed through the hall.
The boy turned to see who it was.
"What is it Thiago?" He asked impatiently.
"What are you doing in the afternoon in high school?" The teacher is tall, shaved hair, and wearing a gray sports jacket and pants.
"Studying. Now, goodbye." As he said this, Isaac turned and left the room.
"I'm coaching a small volleyball team. It's new, and we need an elevator. If you want it.... "
"No." The boy replied raising his voice and looking out of the corner of his eyes.
"I heard about what happened last year. You don't have to participate in friendlies or competitions, just help with training. There are some kids with potential. But without a coach, they won't make it. " Thiago insisted, following him.
Isaac stopped walking, looked at the wall, and then looked at the teacher.
"I said no. This is over for me. "
"That's what you think. But I have faith that you can still change your situation. "
Isaac had been in this situation before, of someone having faith in him, but him not being able to live up to it.
"Sorry, I can't." Isaac said lowering his head.
"I think you can." Thiago said enthusiastically. "At least think about it."
The teacher handed him a card where he had the address of the training sessions.
Isaac took the card and went home.
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Isaac looked at the card on his bed. He was trying to understand why the teacher called someone who was no longer training.
"What do you look at it so much for? "His mother asked, entering the room.
"Nothing."
His mother looked at the card.
"Look what I found. "She tossed Isaac a shirt. "Remember how lively the training days were?
"Yes, but those days are over.
"Why do you think that?"
Isaac picked it up and analyzed the shirt, a red shirt from the team where he coached, JF Thunders.
"Because I can't be good enough." Isaac said sadly.
A hand slapped his face, the hand was his mother's.
"What?"
"Stop this mentality. Don't you think you're too stuck in the past? Have you ever thought about what you could do in the future?"
Isaac looked at his mother, realizing something. That he couldn't let go of the past.
"You say you don't want to, but what does your heart want?"
Isaac looked again at his shirt.
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It was a Wednesday afternoon. Many young men were chatting among themselves in a court of a school that gave up the space. Thiago was sitting there taking notes.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent, looking at the court, Thiago smiled.
"I am back. " Isaac said, placing his backpack on the ground near the bleachers.
Isaac slowly pulled and released the air, sat up and put on his sneakers.
"Even stuck in the past, even though I still have no confidence. I'll see where this goes."
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