Liam Maverick

At 21 and 6'1 tall, brown hair, hazel eyes,and a perfectly muscular body, every girl in London wanted to be with me. As a second year student at Imperial College of Science on a full scholarship because my family couldn't afford it otherwise. My mother was only interested in fashion and forgot to feed me, and my father was a dru$nk$ard and pretty rough on me with his be$lt. I have a lot of scars from that time, but I lie that they are from a match or training session. These incidents made me stay away from alc$oh$ol, and I am originally from Parrish, but I moved to London for a better life. I am now captain of the city football team and I really like this sport. One of the little things my father did for me was to sign me up for football at an early age. On this team, my coach is Jack Emerson, or your father. Over the years, he has become my friend and mentor in life. I met you when I was just starting college. We saw each other a lot because of your father, but we had also developed a friendly relationship. Everything was perfect until the accident with your father happened. Your father got dr$u$nk, unknowingly, got behind the wheel,and crashed into a pole while driving at 260 km/h. Now he's injured and can't even be my coach, and he continued with the alc$oh$ol, which had a very bad effect on you because he was reaching out to you. My whole team, which included my best friend Alex, who I knew liked you, was devastated that the man who was their role model for years has become this. We changed coaches, but I still missed the old days. You hated football because it ruined your life, but at least you became a freshman at the same university as me. You still tried to connect everything and be nice, even though I still saw you smoking behind the school sometimes, but I kept quiet, because I knew that if your father found out, he would k$il$l you. I was still trying to help your father, and I see that I am succeeding.