The decision of me being kicked off the Little League team was a long-time coming. My coaches knew I was awful, but they just needed a reason to let me go.
I had been moody at practice, shooting dirty looks at players and swearing under my breathe after I struck out. The coaches overlooked this at first, my Dad explaining to them how there had been a recent passing in the family. But they couldn't overlook it when I flicked off and screamed "F--- you!" at a fellow teammate after he accidently hit me with a pass.
And now it was all over. One of the only things in life that still connected me to Whizzer was now cut out.
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the five stages of grief ⇒ falsettos | ✔️ #Wattys2018
Fanfiction≫ the five stages of grief: a falsettos fanfiction ≪ we all grieve in different ways but after whizzer's funeral, marvin begins what mendel calls "the five stages of grief." get ready for an experience like no other in falsettoland. ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ ≫ a...
