Chapter 9BRYSON
I walked into the locker room and everyone stopped talking. I had changed already, so I kept my eyes focused on my locker. “Just getting my catching gear.” I wouldn’t dwell on this. I would do whatever I had to set their minds at ease. I only wanted to play the sport I loved. The sport I was good at. The sport that had been a part of me my whole life.
I heard a sigh but didn’t dare look up. “This is stupid. We’re behaving like a bunch of immature brats.” I wasn’t expecting Kenedy to stand up for me, but I was positive it was his voice.
I kept my head in my locker, “He’s the best catcher this school has ever seen.” Someone else interjected, but the voice was muffled by my locker, so I wasn’t exactly sure who. It sounded like it was Alex, but I wasn’t in the mood to guess.
