ALEX
Everyone from our school in the bleachers stood up to cheer when Travis made another goal. He was now bouncing around in the field as his teammates praised him.
I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly deafened at the sound of screaming and shouting. The second half of the game was almost up and our school was leading by 6-3 goals.
"Remind me why we came here?" I asked, turning to face Chris.
"Don't be a party pooper. We're here to support Travis," Sky said, smacking me across the head. I frowned at her, but she just stuck her tongue out at me.
"Ignore her," Chris said, rubbing the spot where Sky had smacked. The crowd had quieted down, and the game was on again.
"Urg, they should call end time already, I'm hungry," Sam complained from below, stealing a digestive biscuit from Paul's f
