The pavilion to the sports field is packed, the clouds are heavy grey and the rumbling of a storm about to descend on the entire population of Saint Ambrose. Even I, not usually a fan for football, could feel the intensified emotions between the two teams playing for a spot on the final match, as well as their supporters in the stands.
I sat with the rest of my house, Tudor, with brilliant green face paint that Naomi had been way too eager to put on me. We cheered and clapped for our team, jeering at the players from York house.
Yet I could not help but feel conflicted about this match; to know which to cheer for; my house team where my best friend was currently playing or for Lucas.
It had been a scoreless game halfway into the first half but then only a few minutes into the second Fr
