Minute 67
An average weekend, and then the first days of school went by quickly. I got to the field for practice thinking about homework becoming more difficult. Algebra was not really hard, but this semester teacher had decided to provide us with photocopies of a book no longer in print, and the text was not very clear. I had some trouble understanding the questions too, which seemed to be from an ancient era, and badly translated from Russian or a similar language.
While I was sat on the ground, tying my shoelaces and wrapping my wrists with some sports tape I was thinking about just that, and that I should perhaps have to contact Mike to help me with algebra, when I heard an almost forgotten voice: “Hi Coach.”
I froze for a few seconds.
Or that’s what I thought the span of time I di
