INJURED PRIDE
~KADE~
{Playlist suggestion: "Broken" by Lifehouse}
I stared at the wall chart Coach Marshall had taped up in the team meeting room. My name was highlighted in yellow….separate from everyone else.
Special. Isolated.
‘Kingston, K. - Modified training schedule. NO CONTACT DRILLS.’
The same words that had been there for weeks. Nothing had changed.
"Listen up," Coach barked, pacing in front of the whiteboard. "West Ridge Academy next Friday. They've got a strong defense, but we've got speed."
My teammates nodded. Denver caught my eye from across the room and gave me a sympathetic look. I ignored it. I didn't need pity.
Coach continued outlining the strategy, pointing at different players, and assigning roles and positions. Not once did he look my way.
When the meeting
