Chapter 13
Someone once told me that rain was a good omen.
I’d really like to kick that person in the d**k right now. Because rain during the biggest game of the season didn’t feel like a f*****g omen to me. A draw, on a rainy day with your entire school cheering you on while you’re half f*****g blind and bleeding doesn’t sound great at all. But we had more one play. And all I had to do was run.
Coach was screaming like a drank Afrikaans father at a rugby game. Mom, Livvy and Allen all sat in the stands. If I listened closely I could hear them. The stands were filled to capacity. The cheering began to sound like some old man moaning because he broke a hip. It’s hard focusing when everything comes together.
See, this is how you feel when you’re the last only person people can rely o
