Marcie
“Go, baby, go!” Heather shrieks from the stands next to me, her voice nearly swallowed up by the crowd.
I stomp my feet and cheer aimlessly. I lost track of Everett ages ago, but I can tell one of the boys in blue has the ball, and they’re sprinting down the field, which I think is… good? Somehow, in the stands, the cold air stinging my face, wearing more bright blue than I could’ve sworn I owned before I started going to these games with Heather, I don’t really care. Being here isn’t about understanding the game beyond the scoreboard looming over the field, declaring it the final quarter, and the Ardent Alligators are losing to the Bennett Bears by three points.
It's about feeling alive.
The guy in blue throws himself into the end zone, and I scream my lungs out with everyone e
