Jakon ran through the trees, down the all too familiar path that he took everyday to school. As he came to the main road he picked up speed. He could feel Phoenix beginning to slip away. He had to get to her.
As he ran, he vaguely became aware that he was being followed. The feeling began shortly after he got on the main road. He quickly turned up a random street and the blue car did the same. He went down two streets and turned. The blue car did the same. Thankfully he knew the neighborhood and he headed to his football coach’s house.
He knocked hurriedly on the door. After a couple of minutes, his coach opened the door.
“Jakon? What are you doing here, son?” his coach asked.
“What position do I play?” Jakon asked, breathlessly.
“What?” his coach asked, confusedly.
“What posit
