Jake Addams: March 30th, 20XX
A series of harsh thuds echoed around the thin wooden walls of the gym, and a flurry of clothes clouded my vision as I slammed one competitor after the other into the ground.
“Next!”
My throat was hoarse with exhaustion and made me sound savage and angry. I saw the younger kids flinch at the sound and frantically avoid my gaze by finding other activities to occupy themselves with. The older ones tried to disperse into teams and work with each other, but it was clear by their awkward movements that they were just avoiding me.
I was the ex-captain of the high school team and a part-time coach for the younger students. I’d already fought my last competition as their captain for three months and had ‘retired' from the team last month. The university that had a
