Reparation by Colin Kelly


Tom Harris is injured in a high school football game and ends up in the hospital.
Tanner Knox says he’ll make sure Tom receives reparation for what happened.


Chapter 12




Tuesday Evening, 10/2/2018


Tanner didn’t like the video player that came with his laptop It was sort of clunky and didn’t have any advanced features. So he found the website for VLC then downloaded and installed the program. He played the video clip and preferred the new program. He especially liked that it was easy to use and it had a feature he wanted that his current program didn’t have: the ability to slow down and speed up playback.

Then Tanner went downstairs to the family room to see if his dad was home. He was.

 “Hey, Dad. I have the clip showing Tom being attacked at the game Friday. You want to see it?”

“Sure. Can you play it on the TV?”

“I have to do it on a computer. Can you come upstairs? I’ll use my PC.”

“Okay.”

John Knox watched the clip. “Amazing. Can you play it slower?”

“Slow motion?”

“Yes.”

“Sure.” Tanner played it at half-speed. While it was playing, he told his dad how there were three cameras, and it was the one from the Edison sideline showed Tom being attacked.

When the clip finished playing, Tanner’s dad shook his head. “That will be excellent evidence. Did you send it to your Uncle Gerald?”

“Yes. And he said he thinks this is enough for Tom’s parents to take those guys to court.”

“Why do they make videos of the games?”

“We view them in team meetings so we can see what we do that doesn’t work and the coaches can figure out how to fix the problems.

“Dad, I need a favor. I want to bring the clip to Tom tonight. Can you or Mom drive me to the hospital? Visiting hours end at nine, but I won’t stay long.”

“Sure, I can drive you. That way I can meet Tom. How about right after dinner?”

“That’ll be great. Thanks, Dad.”

Tanner sent a text to Tom to let him know that they’d leave for the hospital after dinner.

After they finished eating, his dad drove Tanner to John Muir Hospital. They signed in and took the elevator to the fourth floor.

Tanner knocked on the doorjamb as they walked in.

“Hi, Tanner!” It was easy to see that Tom was enthusiastic and glad to see him.

“Hi, Tom. This is my dad, John Knox. Dad, this is Tom Harris. He’s the one you saw on the video.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Knox,” Tom said.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Tom. Tanner’s been talking a lot about you and what happened at the game. He’s eager to show you the video.”

“Where’s your laptop?” Tanner asked.

“In the drawer in the cabinet next to my bed.”

Tanner got it out, turned it on, waited a few seconds for Windows to start, then plugged in the flash drive. “This flash drive is yours to keep,” he told Tom.

He loaded VLC and opened the file on the flash drive. Tom watched the video play.

“Wow. I think I agree with your uncle. Man, this video is really clear. This is great evidence. Now the question is what to do about it. Maybe your uncle will give me some advice.”

“I think he will. Also, I’ll show the video clip to Coach Reynolds tomorrow during seventh period and ask him what he thinks you should do about Nick Poulter, the Ealington coach, and that official. I’ll let you know what I find out.

“So, is your doctor going to let you go home on Friday?” Tanner asked.

Tom grinned. “Yes. And… tah-dah! I can return to school on Monday.”

“When you get home, you should let both your mom and dad see the video. This will show them what happened to you. They’ll be on your side in anything that comes up against the Ealington High coach and Nick Poulter. And even fighting the NCS to get that official fired if a fight is necessary.”

Tom was chuckling.

“What’s funny?” Tanner asked.

“All this time and in all our discussions we’ve been talking about the Ealington football coach. But you know what? We still don’t know his name. Do you agree?”

“I never thought about that. You’re right. Let’s look it up. On your laptop go to Google, search for Ealington High School, and look for a link to athletics,” Tanner suggested.

“Found it.” What he saw on the Ealington website made Tom laugh, and it took him almost ten seconds before he could catch his breath and tell Tanner and Mr. Knox what was so funny.

He almost shouted what he’d found. “The Ealington High School football coach’s name is Simon Poulter! I’ll bet he’s related to Nick Poulter.” That caused Tom to laugh again.

Tanner didn’t think it was funny. He was even more pissed than he’d been when he met with Coach Reynolds.

Tom realized that Tanner wasn’t laughing. “I take it you don’t think it’s funny,” Tom said. “Well, what I think is that the Ealington coach, Simon Poulter, didn’t know that we would have a video of what his son, Nick Poulter, did. Both of them are stupid fucking assholes. And I think that’s hilarious.”

John Knox cleared his throat. “Tom, are you saying the guy that attacked you is related to the Ealington High football coach?”

“Sorry for my language. I’ll bet the Ealington coach and Nick Poulter are related and it looks like they’re father and son. They have the same last name, Poulter.” He spelled it. “That’s not a common last name.”

“That’s true. But until you have facts that prove that they’re related, you shouldn’t spread this story around.”

“We won’t spread it around,” Tanner said. “I’ll tell Uncle Gerald and Coach Reynolds and no one else.”

“Tanner, why didn’t Coach Reynolds tell you the Ealington coach’s name? He must have known it was Poulter,” John Knox asked his son.

“That’s a very good question. I’ll ask him as soon as I get to school tomorrow morning. Right now I want to call Uncle Gerald and update him.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” his dad replied.

Tanner sat on one of the side chairs near Tom’s bed. “I’ll put the call on my speakerphone.” He dialed the number.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Uncle Gerald. It’s Tanner. You're on my speakerphone. Tom and my dad are here listening in. We have some interesting news.”

“About Tom’s situation?”

“Yup. Tom was wondering why we never knew one thing. That was the name of Ealington High’s football coach. So he looked it up. Their coach’s name is Simon Poulter. The name of the kid who attacked Tom is Nick Poulter. We don’t know if they are related, but Poulter is not a common last name and they are spelled the same.” He spelled the name for his uncle.

“Well, that is interesting. Let me do some digging. I’ll get back to you, Tanner.”

“Okay, thanks.” Tanner ended the call.

“Tom, I need to get home because I have to get up early to be at school before collaboration period starts so I can to talk to Coach Reynolds. Then I’ll talk to the teachers from your other three classes and ask them to post information about tests on School Loop. I’ll tell them that you might be back at school on Monday instead of you will be back, so if something happens you’ll be in the clear.”

“Okay, thanks, Tanner. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Knox.”

“Nice meeting you, Tom. I hope you’ll be able to come and visit us once you get home.”

“I’ll definitely do that. Thank you.”


Wednesday Morning, 10/3/2018


Tanner got up early on Wednesday so he could be at school just before seven-fifteen. He moved the textbooks he’d used on Tuesday from his backpack to his locker and swapped them for the textbooks he needed for his three Wednesday block schedule, periods four, five, and six. Plus two study periods and lunch, though he didn’t have any textbooks for those non-class periods. This semester he wasn’t taking any extra-credit classes.

Then he went to Tom’s locker. Using the text Tom had sent him he opened the locker and found the two textbooks Tom needed. It was easy; these were the only textbooks in the locker.

Then he headed to the gym to talk to Coach Reynolds.

The coach was in his office with Coach Oldham when Tanner got there. He knocked on the doorjamb and walked in. “I have the clip of the video that shows Tom being attacked by Nick Poulter.” He handed Coach Reynolds the flash drive. “I sent the file to my uncle. Gerald Knox. He’s an attorney in Sacramento. I also gave a copy to Tom Harris.”

They watched the video.

“You didn’t enhance it, did you?” Coach Oldham asked.

“No. I don’t know how to do that, and I don’t have video editing software. If I did, it would probably be easy enough to learn how to enhance videos. Instead, I used a program called VLC and what I did was position the video at the start of the section where Nick Poulter attacked Tom and set a timestamp, then another timestamp at the end of the section. I clipped — that means copied — the part of the video between those two timestamps. Then I pasted the clip of the video on my PC and to four flash drives.”

“Looks good, Tanner. What’s your uncle’s opinion about what it shows?” Coach Reynolds asked.

“I sent it to him last night, and he said Tom and his foster parents can decide if they want to sue Ealington High and their football coach, and if they do this is enough evidence for them to do that.

“There is one more thing,” Tanner said. “Do you know the name of the Ealington High football coach?”

“It’s Bill Crenshaw,” Coach Reynolds said. “We looked it up on the NCS website before the game. This is the first time we’ve played Ealington High. It’s a new high school in Oakhill. My only contact with Coach Crenshaw is when we shook hands at the end of the game. He congratulated us for the win.”

“Bill Crenshaw. Hmm. That’s strange. Tom said he realized that we didn’t know the name of the Ealington High football coach, so he looked it up on their website. How about you go to the Ealington High website.”

“Is there a reason to do that?” Coach Oldham asked.

“Yes,” Tanner replied.

“Do you know the link?”

“Just Google Ealington High School. You’ll find a link to their website. Open it, then look under athletics then click on football. It will list the coaching staff.”

“Okay. Here it is. Under athletics it lists football… wait a minute. This isn’t…” Coach Reynolds looked up at Tanner. “…I don’t believe it.”

“What don’t you believe?” Coach Oldham asked.

He turned his display around so both Coach Oldham and Tanner could see it. “Look. Right here.” He pointed to the screen. “Football Coach: Simon Poulter!” Coach Reynolds said. “That’s the same last name as the kid who targeted and attacked Tom Harris.” Then he looked at Tanner. “I’ll call the NCS office and find out if this is accurate. Then I’ll arrange to meet with Principal Freitas and our NCS division representative.”

Coach Oldham stared at the screen. “Now I know why the Ealington coach high-fived Nick Poulter when he ran off the field after attacking Tom.”

“What do you think the NCS will do?” Tanner asked Coach Reynolds.

“I won’t know until I talk to them and send them the video. Do you have another flash drive with this video?”

Tanner reached in his pocket and pulled out the extra flash drive and handed it to the coach.

“Thanks, Tanner. We’ll pay you for this flash drive.”

“Forget it. I bought a bunch of them at Fry’s out of one of their bargain bins. They were only a dollar ninety-nine each. This is my contribution.”

“Thanks.”

“Is there anything else?” Tanner asked.

“No. You and Tom have provided us with enough information so we can insist that the NCS take action. I’ll be meeting with Principal Freitas and Athletic Director Lowry to determine our next step. We’ll make sure you and Tom are both kept in the loop.”

“Great. Thanks, both of you. I’ve gotta head across campus for my fourth period class now.” Tanner turned and looked at Coach Reynolds. “I’ll see you seventh period tomorrow.”

“Don’t forget, we’re having a light practice since there’s no game this week.”

“Got it!”

Tanner went to his first class of the day, Pre-Calc, which because of block scheduling was fourth period. Then to fifth period Digital Arts. Then to lunch.


Wednesday Noon, 10/3/2018


Tanner went through the lunch line, got a salad, then sat with the football team. They asked when he’d return to school, and Tanner said maybe on Monday, if he was ready. They all were glad he’d be back soon. He told them more about Tom and that he would be released from the hospital on Friday and would move back with the foster parents he’d had before he’d been moved to the illegal group home. There were questions about what a group home was, and what an illegal group home was. Tanner answered them based on how much he’d learned about the foster system and foster kids over the past two days. He was surprised when he realized that it had only been two days ago when things with Tom got started, and how much had been accomplished since then.

He decided not to tell the guys on the team that Ealington High’s football coach was Nick Poulter’s father. It was better that the story didn’t get spread around, and possibly back to Ealington High. Tanner grinned. This was like watching FBI, or one of the other similar detective shows on TV.

After lunch he went to his sixth period AP U.S. History class, then the day was over, and he took the bus to the hospital to see Tom.


Wednesday Afternoon, 10/3/2018


When he arrived, the Jacksons were sitting with Tom, who was lying in his bed with his eyes closed. Tanner tapped softly on the door, which was open.

The Jacksons stepped closer to the door and whispered to him.

“Hi, Tanner. Tom fell asleep a few minutes ago,” Linda Jackson said.

Tanner whispered in return. “I don’t want to wake Tom. I can go to the cafeteria and have a snack and wait there. You can call me when he’s awake.”

“You don’t need to leave, Tanner,” Linda told him. “When Tom falls asleep, he doesn’t wake up as long as Paul and I are speaking softly like we are now.”

Paul Jackson added, “Before he fell asleep, Tom told us what you’ve been doing to help find evidence that would prove the Ealington player hurt him on purpose during your game last Friday. Thank you for what you’ve done.”

“Maybe you can arrange for the Ealington player, Nick something or other, to apologize to Tom,” Linda said.

Tanner thought for a few seconds. Yeah, that was an excellent idea. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. His name is Nick Poulter.” He spelled it for her.

“That would be good, sort of like making him do reparation for what he did to Tom,” Paul said.

Tanner grinned. “I have an additional idea. I’ll ask that they publish his apology in the newspapers in our area, the Chronicle and the East Bay Times.”

Paul chuckled. “I love it. Ask that he contact one of the high school sports reporters at each paper and send him the apology.”

Tom waved his hand and asked, “Anyone want my opinion?”

“I thought you were asleep. Your eyes were closed,” Tanner said.

“I was, but I woke up when you arrived. I like the idea to have them apologize. I think one of the sports reporters from the Times would be interested in writing an article about why calling a foul for targeting is important to prevent injuries like what happened to me.”

“That’s an excellent idea,” Tanner said. “I think our coaches would be able to give their opinions about targeting without having to talk about what happened to you.”

“Why shouldn’t they talk about what happened to Tom?” Linda asked. “It seems that would be appropriate.”

Tanner shook his head. “There are rules about what coaches can say about officiating, and a large part of what happened is because the official didn’t call the targeting foul against Nick Poulter. That’s when Nick injured Tom who was lying helpless on the field. They could talk about targeting in general, but not the details of what happened to Tom. Those details we could insist that they have in their apology.”

“What if they refuse?” Tom asked.

“Then, as Tom’s parents, we would sue Nick Poulter, the official, their coach, and Ealington High School. They’re in a different school district than Edison, right?” Paul asked.

“Yes, it’s a different school district in a different county,” Tanner said. “You’d take them to court?”

“Yes. I’m an attorney, and I specialize in litigation.”

“I didn’t know that,” Tanner said. “So you’d take this on as a pro-bono case?” He grinned.

“No. I’d need to have a retainer paid. Perhaps one dollar? What do you think, Linda?”

“Hmm. Not enough. Two dollars.”

Tanner pulled out his wallet, removed two one-dollar bills, and handed them to Paul Jackson.

“Yes, that’s sufficient. I’ll accept your two dollar retainer and mail you a paid-in-full receipt, and it will state that the retainer covers all costs for me to represent Thomas Alan Harris in a trial against one or more John Doe offenders. I’ll need your address, Tanner.”

“It’s on my phone,” Tom said. “I’ll text it to you.”

“I’d rather have Tanner text it to me. That way it shows he paid the retainer. Tanner, when you text me, please note that this is the mailing address where I should send the receipt for the two-dollar retainer you gave me to represent Thomas Alan Harris.”

“I sent a text to you with my dad’s cellphone number,” Tom said.

“I just thought about something. Can I retain you to represent Tom even though I’m not related to him and I’m only sixteen years old?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Can I tell Coach Reynolds what we’re doing?”

“I’d rather you not do that, yet. What you can do is tell him you want to ask for an apology for Tom from Nick Poulter.”

“Okay. That’ll work.” Tanner sent a text message to Paul Jackson with his address and referenced the two-dollar retainer.

Paul Jackson read the text. “Perfect. I’ll snail-mail you the receipt.”

“Hey, you haven’t heard the latest news, yet,” Tom said. “I’ll have my final CT scan tomorrow, and I’ll be going home, my real home, with the Jacksons, when the scan is finished. Then on Friday Mom will take me to school and I’ll register to return to school on Monday I will be going back to school!”

“That’s great news. If you’re back in school on Monday, that means you won’t need to stay home and be tutored.”

“I’d rather go to school and be with my friends than have tutors work with me for a few hours two or three days a week.” 

“By the way,” Tanner said, “I don’t want to forget. Here are your other two textbooks.” He pulled them out of his backpack and put them on Tom’s bed.

“We agree with Tom,” Linda said. “If he’s able to go to school, that’s what he should do. We’re glad the doctor said that Tom doesn’t need to stay home.”

“Are you certain the doctor will say that Tom can go back to school on Monday?” Tanner asked.

“Tom has recovered quickly. His doctor is positive that he would be able to return to school on Monday,” Paul said.

“I agree,” Tom added. “So, what has to be done to ask Nick Poulter and the Ealington High football coach to each write an apology?”

“I’ll find out at school tomorrow,” Tanner replied. “I think it’s time that I meet with Principal Freitas, so that’s what I’m going to do .”






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