False Start

Monday, I hobbled across the parking lot toward the track for my early morning practice on a pair of aluminum crutches loaned to me by the training… [See More on Patreon]

I launched the ball, watching it spiral toward Hunter as he cut between two defenders. The pass was high and outside, forcing him to extend fully while Calvin tried to knock it away. Hunter snagged it with his fingertips, tucking it against his body as he hit the… [See More on Patreon]

I dropped onto the bleachers and unscrewed my water bottle cap, tilting my head back to drain half of it in one go. Sweat dripped down my spine, and my legs burned like hell. Three practices a day was a lot, but now seven-on-seven had started to pick up in intensity as everyone vied for […]

One thing I really appreciated was, especially now that Li was done with basketball, she and Eduardo would wait up in the stands while I finished seven-on-seven practice and my QB practice, which took hours, honestly. Actually, Li did more than that, because she also watched through Eduardo and me doing track… [See More on […]

The truck door slammed shut with more force than necessary, but I didn’t care. Dad gave me a look and shook his head as we walked up the front steps, probably writing it off as teenage… [See More on Patreon]

I’d actually been to the Midland High track before when I’d done a ride around with Dad the previous year. Some kids had sprayed graffiti on the stands and then were dumb enough to stand around and admire their work until Dad pulled up in his squad car. Even then, they tried to just walk […]