An Angel at Midnight
Enzo put his headphones in and walked down the dim lit
street as he did every night. But this night was different; he needed to clear
his head.
The air was clear and the stars were out, it was the perfect
summer night.
Enzo had just gotten in the biggest argument with his
father, because he had not chosen a school to attend to in the fall just yet.
USC, Florida State, Clemson? They were all awaiting an
answer. What team would have the number one prospect in High School football
come August.
This was the most stressful decision that he had ever faced.
But he knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Enzo had dreamed of playing at USC since he was young. He was aspiring
to be as good of a running back as Reggie Bush.
The problem with this was not where he wanted to go, it was
where his dad wanted him to go to keep the family tradition alive.
Enzo’s father had played football at Clemson in the 80’s and wanted his son to follow his
footsteps since Clemson had given him such a good offer, but that is not where
his heart was taking him.
It felt wrong.
He had never disappointed his father, and without his
coaching, Enzo would not be in the position that he is in.
Enzo began to run, the music blasting in his ears, his heart
pounding.
Sprinting down the street with all the pent up anger, the
frustration and guilt. The overwhelming stream of emotions just hit him like a
tidal wave.
He ran, and ran until he couldn’t feel his legs moving
anymore and he collapsed on the concrete.
“WHY!” Enzo yelled
“Why cant he just be proud of me?”
At a bench in the middle of town is where he had collapsed,
desperately trying to catch his breath.
When a figure appeared from the shadows of the street light.
Walking towards him was a feeble old man, who was trembling,
and used a cane.
“You’re quite the runner son.” The old man said
“You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age.”
“Who are you?” Enzo said quietly
The old man just brushed the question to the side as if it
was never asked. He proceeded to walk closer and said “What’s troubling you?”
“Nothing” Enzo said sharply
The man knew he was lying, and just continued to question
him.
“Hell of a running back Enzo”
“How do you know?” Enzo was so confused, how did this man
recognize him to be the running back.
“I’ve been following your high school career, you run just
like your father did, with more heart though.”
Enzo quickly shouted out “How did you know my father?”
The old man began to tell Enzo a story.
“I knew your father very well Enzo, I was his high school
football coach. Your father was one hell of an athlete, but had no idea how
much untapped potential he actually had. He was always skipping practice,
mouthing off to the other teammates, if it wasn’t his way it was the wrong way.
When the college offers started rolling in your father showed no hesitance to
choose Clemson since his father had played there. But when your dad got to
Clemson he was not given the starting job, and remained a backup for all four
years because of his attitude towards the coaches. He would’ve really been
something else if he had just chosen his own path.”
Enzo was completely shocked at all this man knew about his
father, and his past, and was very surprised to hear that his father had so
much potential that he had wasted because of this decision.
But mostly he was frustrated that even after all of this,
his father would want to have his son make the same mistake that he did just to
get a re-do through the eyes of his son.
The old man looked at Enzo and said, “ Son, make the right
decision for you, where you think you will have success, where the offense fits
your style of play, and where the coaches, players, and staff will try to
harvest your talent. But most of all choose a school that will give you a good
education and understanding of how you can be successful after football,
because trust me son the playing days end.”
Enzo still speechless and finally able to catch his breath
looked up to the man and said “ Thank you Sir,” “Thank you so much for helping
me through this, I needed advice but never knew who to ask.”
Enzo got up, shook the mans hand, and started to slowly walk
back towards his house.
“Ill be looking forward to seeing the next chapter in your
life Enzo. Surprise people, break the rules, and enjoy the California sun.”
Enzo got home that evening and went to bed as his mind was
exhausted from the day he had just experienced.
The next morning Enzo and his father were sitting at the
breakfast table when Enzo said “Dad, I am going to be committing to the
University of Southern California to play football this fall.” Expecting a
smack to the head Enzo nervously looked for a response.
His father calmly said “ Son, do what your heart desires. I
will be proud to sport a USC hat to every game.” “I like the idea of California
anyways” he said with a smirk.
Enzo said “I just thought you would be so angry, but last
night I was jogging and came across your high school coach, he told me so many
stories, and really opened my eyes to show me I needed to do what my heart
desires or I will live with a life of regret.”
Enzos father looked shocked; confused even.
“Son you must be confused, my high school coach passed away
not long after I graduated from Clemson, but I hadn’t heard from him much after
high school. You must have met someone else.
Enzo looked at his father in disbelief, “ No dad it was him
he knew everything about you, he knew about college, about me, he even knew I
wanted to go to USC but I hadn’t said anything about it.”
Enzo thought for a moment, and realized he had not said one
thing about going to California, yet when he was leaving the old man, he knew
exactly where I was planning on going.
“Someone must be watching over you son.” Enzo’s father said
as he picked up his glass of orange juice, “Maybe it was a blessing in
disguise.”
Analysis
When I was first starting to do the
draft for this story I had no idea even where to start to think of a topic or
even a main character, but the first thing that I wanted tot think of was a
main characters name. I ended up deciding to name my main character Enzo, which
is my cousins’ name. It seemed unique enough to fit in my story. The original
Idea that I had was completely different than my final idea, but It ended up
having some of the same elements like the idea that my character was going to
have to make a very important and stressful decision. I was planning on writing
a different story up until the moment I started typing, and at that point my
idea completely changed and a story started flowing out.
I
honestly was not sure where I was going with my idea when I started typing but
as I typed the first sentence a new story was just emerging In my mind and I
just thoughtlessly typed sentence after sentence trying to be creative in how I
developed the story. The original Idea I had was to make my character go
somewhere late at night and find 2 pills marked in a bag, one would unlock his
brain and give him the highest IQ one would give him 10,000,000 cash in his
bank account by the next morning. This idea sounded really interesting but I
was not sure how I would add any secondary characters or develop it beyond
this, but I just continued to type and by the second sentence my new idea had
changed. I kept the same character, the high school kid named Enzo, but made
him the top high school running back in the country, and he was stressed about
his college decision. This made for a much better story, and by the end I even
put a mystical twist to his night of thinking. I was able to incorporate his
father into the story as a character and also his fathers high school coach,
who comes to him to give advice in the middle of the night, but what Enzo does
not know at the time is that the man who visited him was actually not there, he
was an angel, or ghost trying to lead him down the path that his heart wanted
to go. I think that this story will appeal to peoples emotions in that they
will feel bad for Enzo at first but towards the end of the story they will be
glad he is making the right decision and also shocked that the man was not
actually there, just a spirit sent to guide him. I feel that I need to improve on my creative
process and be more organized in my thinking, even though my thoughts were
sporadic I feel that I could have been better at writing each thought down and
piecing together a story that was a little lengthier and built up more to
create more suspense for the reader. I would want to make sure that the readers
felt like they had to keep reading and my story was reeling them in enough to
where they did not lose focus on the sequence of events. The story I feel was
overall successful, but If I had a chance to re do this assignment I think that
I might add one more character and build into the idea that this man was a
figment of his imagination or a spirit to come give him guidance so that It did
not seem so abrupt at the end.
This
process taught me a lot about how difficult it is to be a writer, how easy it
is to write 2 pages of a story and how fun it is to develop your own fictional
tale. I can understand why writer enjoy it so much because it is almost like
writing a movie on paper, I could vividly see my story developing in my head
and it was a very enjoyable process.