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Sweat beaded at his brow and muscles tightened in agony as he pressed on. Behind him his uncles voice urged him harder, and Carter's eyes narrowed as he pushed his limits. The sound of his feet hitting the pavement echoed along the empty field and Carter finally lurched forward, hurling everything he had. His head, still spinning from the night before, became heavy, and he fell to his knees in an attempt to gain some sort of vision. Foot steps approached and a bottle appeared in his peripheral vision.

Taking the water offered to him, Carter glanced sideways at his uncle's smirking form. "Is there a problem, son?"

Swishing the cold liquid in his mouth, he shook his head unable to speak as the bile once again rose in his throat. Rising from where he knelt, Carter pushed passed him in a huff and made his way back towards the house for a much needed shower attempting to ignore the way the ground would shift.

Leaning his head against the cold tile, Carter began to process his thoughts. Saturday night had been a blur, and he was still searching for Sunday. The Panthers had won the game against Shadyville High, and would be going to state playoffs. So why not celebrate? What had started out as a small celebratory drink between the teammates and friends at Carter's uncles house, who wouldn't be returning until Sunday night, soon became a mess of drunken bodies of people Carter had never seen before.

Hours seemed like minuets and faces and voices blended together until everything became one big blur; the next thing he knew he was being awakened by his uncle hollering it was time to practice. Imagine his surprise when there was no sign of the nights previous activities.

Finally, Carter pulled himself from the shower and ended his thoughts to painstakingly start the day. Throwing on a a pair of loose shorts with his practice jersey, he was out the door. Checking the time as he loaded into his jeep, he groaned. Why anyone would want to teach before noon was beyond him.