The Greatness of a Gronk

Gronk heard someone downstairs. It was his father.

“Guido!! Come down here please, young man.”

He winced. That name. Why had he been called Guido? He nudged downstairs and into the living room. Sitting on the sofa, his father was back early from work. Guido Gronk tried to hide how empty he was feeling. “Yes father?”

“Ah, there you are. I heard Bosworth lost the sporting challenge. But that doesn’t matter. You can’t be expected to carry the basketball team forever. At some point, the rest of them will have to step up to your level.”

The boy looked down.

“Do you know why I bought you that leather satchel?”

Guido shook his head.

“Because all the other boys have plastic sports bags. Leather versus plastic. You have leather because you are better than them. All of them. Your mother and I have high hopes for you. It’s clear to us that a promising future awaits. You will show everyone how great a Gronk can be, my boy!”

Speech over, he went back to his room to wallow in self-pity. But his father was onto something, he could feel it inside. Guido Gronk would not end up being ordinary, like all the other Outsiders. Destiny was calling and a path to pre-eminence lay ahead. It had to be. He smirked, knowing everything would turn out more than alright.

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Author: callumstanford

Writer, blogger, outsider, survivor.

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