when i started high school, i couldn’t wait to get out of dillon. i thought that every book i read was like a rung on a ladder that i built to escape this town that was all about high school football and nothing else. and now that i’m actually getting close to leaving, i’m starting to appreciate that i was shaped by my town, that i have a different viewpoint than every other person. i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m suprised by how happy i am to be from where i’m from.


Landry: Have you, have you ever read the book, the uh, “The Giving Tree”, Tyra?
Tyra: Yeah, when I was, like, five, why?
Landry: It’s about, it’s about this tree, who loves this boy more than anything, right? And the boy just takes, and takes, and takes until there’s absolutely nothing left but a stump. And I’m like the tree, and you’re like the little boy, you just take and take. There’s, there’s absolutely nothin’ left, Tyra. That’s exactly what I feel like, just a, just a stump. ‘Cause this, this is NOT a friendship. You’re selfish, you… It’s not a friendship, okay?