#dash baxtor

Dash was known for his prime jock personality. Really just a cookie cutter jock from those classic underdog movies. Low grades, quarterback on the football team, shoving kids in lockers, everyone knew it. What they didnt know was that this isnt where the similarities stopped. His mother died when he was younger. His father became a dead beat drunk, mostly a young Dash would receive the beating part. No future, just to peak in high school. All his peers told him these are going to be his highest moments. That soon he wont be anything but a loser working in fast food or as a janitor. His friends though, mostly Kwan, told him other wise. They tried to fill his head with dreams of him playing on a national level. Saying his future was bright. What did they take him for? Some sort of idiot? No he wasnt about to be given some sort of false hope. Yea what a laugh they could have when he got rejected to every school he applied to. No he wasnt gonna let them make a fool of him. He wasnt going to be tricked into believing in a future he had no chance at. After all they say you become your parents. Hes right on track for that, just like his old man. No way he is like his mom. She was kind, sweet, and cared about everyone. No hes nothing like her. He knows it. He can only hope she isnt looking down on him, she probably disowned him ages ago is she was. No son of hers. Sometimes he tries to plead with her. What choice does he have. How can he change it. Please help him. No matter how much he begs and pleads she will never answer. Shes gone and now she can see just how horrible her son really is. She much be so disappointed. That thought shakes him to his core. The idea that his mother who he loved is disappointed in him. How could he turn out like this, to waste all her efforts on teaching him better. He might as well go spit on her grave now. So he decides then and there that he will change. Tomorrow he says. Tomorrow I’ll stop. No more bullying. No more. I’ll become a son she can be proud of. Of course he had made this promise before. He goes a few days without being a jerk and then he just snaps. He doesnt get it. Why cant he do it. Why is it so frustrating and difficult to just not hit on his classmates. Why cant he just control his anger. Make it go away. He always tries so hard to just bottle it up. Stop it and hold it close but it always gets out. Maybe hes too weak. After all how else do you control your anger? All the others can so why cant he? Maybe theres a trick to it. If only he had someone to show him how. How to change. How to do better. How to make his mom proud. As if thats even still on the table. She was so naturally kind. Maybe thats it. Maybe hes just a born bully and he cant change. After all, why else would it be so hard for him to just be nice.