The excitement around the school was electric as I walked into the hallway. The air was alive with school spirit, and students were scattered all around adorned in the school’s colours chatting excitedly.
So this is what it usually was like pre game?
I couldn’t help but smile and actually feel proud as I walked through the crowds, my cheek proudly sporting Marshall's jersey number in bold, blue paint.
To make the evening even more special, I had made Drew make a quick detour to Marshall's favorite restaurant, where I picked up his beloved slushy. Something I’m sure he would enjoy before the game.
Now as I made my way to the boy’s locker room, the excitement inside me bubbles up threatening to spill out. I was actually here to support my boyfriend and do normal teenager stuff.
Gone we
