THUD! The sound of the football hitting the tire hanging on the tree, going through it, and hitting the tree was the most beautiful thing in the world to Tate Wooden. It was like music to the ears of a star varsity starting quarterback, especially in the cool breeze of the evening like today. As Tate kept throwing in his backyard, moving further back every couple passes he completed through the tire until he was a good 30 yards back, the bucket of balls next to him slowly emptied. Eventually, after one more completed pass, the bucket was empty. Tate sighed as he went to start shagging all of the balls. Football was somewhat of a safe haven for Tate. A football field was like his home away from home, but lately, it felt like the only home he had, but it wasn't the one he wanted.