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AUGUST 1997

Glasses were broken and blood was spilt. Both mine, that day.
Steph lined her soccer ball up.
,ÄúStay still,,Äù she said.
I straightened and put my hands behind my back. ,ÄúI'm expecting a call from the Governor.,Äù
Steph knelt down, closed one eye and examined the angle between her ball and my head. She made a minute adjustment before nodding and standing back up.
,ÄúThe Governor call is a death row thing. This is a firing squad.,Äù
,ÄúThen shouldn't I be kicking a ball too?,Äù Dylan, leaning against a tree on the clearing's edge, asked. ,ÄúI thought with a firing squad you weren't supposed to know who made the kill.,Äù
Steph gave him a look like you've-gotta-be-kidding-me. ,ÄúYour aim sucks. If you kicked, you'd actually hit him,,Äù she said from behind a cupped hand, as if I weren't supposed to hear it.
Dylan shrugged. ,ÄúFine by me. I just thought you did things by the book.,Äù
,ÄúIf it were by the book, Robin would be blindfolded. And I think we'd have to give him a cigarette.,Äù
I picked a small twig up from the ground and popped it in my mouth. ,ÄúOne last puff,,Äù I pleaded, trying to contain my laughter. It crunched when I bit down and the taste that leaked from it gave my tastebuds a bitter sting, so I spat it out right away, hamming up the nastiness. My friends found this hilarious.
My reason for having to face the firing squad that day was an unforgiveable offense: inviting Steph's kid brother Jeremy join her, Dylan, and I at the ravine so we could play two-on-two for once instead of triple-threat. Jeremy drove Steph nuts, and she took any opportunity available to get away from him. I didn't think he was that bad. Maybe a bit of a pest, but he was nine,Äîolder than any of the other siblings available to us,Äîso I figured we could at least make do with him. I was wrong.
The invitation wasn't appreciated by Steph. When we left her house, Jeremy was standing at the door in tears, his loud cries following us nearly to the corner, where they were finally drowned by distance and the sounds of passing cars. Steph wasted no time making clear to me that it wasn't up to me to invite her brother along to anything.
Having the luxury of being entertained by the situation, Dylan snickered and told me I was ,Äúso dead,,Äù while Steph quickened her pace and walked ahead of us the rest of the way to the ravine. But not too far ahead. None of us liked to be in the ravine alone, even for a minute.
Steph took her place behind the ball. ,ÄúAny last words?,Äù she asked me.
I thought about it for a second. When nothing original came to me, I replied, ,ÄúWhatever the guy in Braveheart said.,Äù
Dylan snickered and gave me a slow clap. Steph shook her head.
,ÄúYour last words are the same as the last words of the character in Braveheart? Or your last words are literally, ,ÄòWhatever the guy in Braveheart said?',Äù
,ÄúBoth,,Äù I told her.
Before she wound up her kick, I leaned forward and give a big toothy smile and said, ,ÄúPepsi,,Äù because a school photographer had us say that instead of cheese back when we were getting our pictures taken in the sixth grade. We thought that was really lame, so since then, whenever the opportunity presented itself, we'd smile and say Pepsi in the most obnoxious, nasally voice we could pull off.
,ÄúMay God have mercy on your wretched soul.,Äù Steph took a few steps so she could approach the ball from an angle, the way she would if it were a penalty kick, which, I supposed, in a way it was, and then she went for it. Three steps, the swing of the leg, the strike. It looked like her usual perfect execution. But instead of whizzing by my head like it always did when either Dylan or I were in this position, her grass-stained, Union-Jack-adorned ball smashed right into my face, shattering both of my lenses and giving me a gusher of a nosebleed. I crumpled, blood flowing from my face, painting the grass of the ravine, trickling onto thirsty soil that soaked up the crimson pools quicker than seemed possible.
Steph was beyond apologetic. My parents, I knew, would be beyond pissed.
At the time, I had no idea what had been set in motion.