I DID TURN OUT TO BE pretty useless, had expected no different. Ethan attempted to include me in the game, but each time I caught the ball, I didn’t move fast enough before one of the others whizzed past and took it. A couple of times, I even ducked when I spotted the ball coming from above, and Kyle and Josh, or Daniel, coming at me from either side. Within minutes, my groans of frustration leaked out, and my hair stood on end from all the tugging.
Ethan threw the ball to me for the fiftieth time, shouting to alert me of its approach. My feet were moving before I’d even caught it. Kyle, the nearest, attempted to snatch the ball from the easy target.
Laughing, I darted around him with a speed I didn’t know I could achieve and ran flat-out, the full width of the garden, with the prize in
