Minute 49
I found myself finishing homework around noon on Saturday. My egg sandwich was cold and unappealing, and the half-glass choco-milk was the only thing I felt like finishing. I checked the time on my phone and started checking my football backpack and its contents, now so clean and properly organized.
I wondered if I should bring the second pair of gloves, and the ball. I barely never used it because there were always other balls available.
As soon as I sat on the bus, I realized the entire week and probably longer, Sarah had never come to mind. She did, kind of, at the strip mall, but after that it was not in my thoughts. I didn’t even shy away from the school areas in which she surely would be, but I never thought about her during that whole time. Weird.
I got to the field an
