Cloricia "Tex" Teixeira: Growing up 1
#9 of Cloricia "Tex" Teixeira
Cloricia decides that the best thing to do during the strike is go home. Old Holyoke, Massachusetts. She hopes to find some answers to determine her next move, but she ends up with much less than she hoped for.
September 9-13, 2015: What to do now?
The FBA is on strike? Are you serious? So I can't play in the gym, I can't talk to any of the trainers or the coaches. What the hell am I suppose to do now? I already had all this other crap on my mind and now there is this. Ugh, thank god I still have money saved for a while, but how long will this strike take? Thankfully I found something to distract me for a while. One of our rookies, I think his name was Harrison, wanted some help with looking around the city. I already knew that no one would really have the time to help him, so I messaged him and told him that I would help. Nice kid. Seems really excited to start playing. Too bad some rich furs with sticks up their buts are ruining it for everyone, but I tried no to talk about that. It was a nice night, Harrison now seems to know his way around the city, and I left him to his new apartment at like midnight. Once I finally got back to my apartment, I decided that the place for me to go right now is with my father. I know, it sounds weird right? But with nothing to do here in Huntsville, it would be nice to be around family.
I got off the plane with a ton of my bags and other stuff and went to rent a car. Man, this I definitely missed this when I wasn't in the FBA. At least I had my papa to help me. Now, I just look like a fool trying to lug around my five bags. Ugh. Yea...feels good to be back home in Holyoke Massachusetts. I sure did miss this place after my last visit, which was literally a freakin' week ago....yea, good to be home. I decided to rent a car to help me out for now, but I still don't know how long I'm gonna be here. Driving down to my dad's house was a pretty long drive, but it was a nice view the whole way....well, until I reached the city. Holyoke isn't the most pleasant of places, but I still say that it is well put together...at least.
As I came closer to papa's house, I could slowly see all those tall buildings disappearing. Before I knew it, I was there parking the car in his drive way. I then saw the old Coyote walk out the front door to meet me. I step out of my hunk of junk on wheels and went to go hug him.
"Hola Superstar." He said.
"Hey old man." I answered.
We both laughed and hugged each other tight.
"So, you gonna help me with these bags?" I asked.
Then I saw this sneaky coyote hold his back and say.
"Oooooh, but my back and I am just an old man and..."
"Yea, yea, yea." I answered. Then I went to the trunk of the car and started unpacking the suitcases.
Once I got all my stuff in my old room, I walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. The smell of left overs hit my nose pretty hard. By now, I guess I was used to since I still grabbed the two bear bottles.
"Hey, Papa?!" I called out.
"Que?" He answered.
"When's the last time you had a drink?"
"Not for a few days, I think."
"Eh...good enough. Come on, meet me at the front porch."
Within a few minutes, me and papa were sitting down on the front porch, having a bear together, making bad life choices, yea yea, I get it, but come on. After all I'm dealing with right now, I could use a bear, or two.
At first, we were a bit quiet, but papa began to ask some questions.
"So...this FBA...strike thing is stopping you from playing?" He said.
"Yep....pretty much."
"You alright? You got your stuff in order and all?"
"Yea, I'll be fine. I just.....not sure what I can do now really."
"Well...what is everyone else doing?"
"I don't know....some world tournament thing that I can't even get into."
"So...out of all the places to go, you come back to this place. Not your best idea."
"You know, I thought you would be happy with me coming home papa."
Then he stood up and put his paw on my shoulder.
"I am happy." He said. "But are you?"
I couldn't give him an answer. Of course it was no, but what could I do about it? Papa just left me there on the porch and walked inside. I put down my bear and just sat there. Soon I thought.
"What would I usually do when I don't know what to do?"
It took a while, but then it came to me.
"Play basketball at the park."