Miller's POV
My mind was a jumbled mess when I stepped onto the field, but I knew I had to focus. Mathew, my coach, had given me a chance to start after the whole stunt I pulled during the last training session.
I know I shouldn't have blown it up, but I couldn't help myself. As the game began, everything seemed to grate on my nerves. I felt irritated by every move that was made on the field.
Every opponent's move, every teammate's mistake, every referee’s call made me feel like I was on edge, ready to snap.
Obviously, I shouldn't be on the field, but I have to be there for my team. But with the way things were going with me, I knew I would do something crazy anytime soon.
Why was I feeling this way? I asked myself, pretending to be oblivious to the answer. I knew the cause, but I
