SKY's POV
As the kids parents mile around looking for their wards and people start making their way off the pitch. I walk over to the table where the kids ate their snacks and begin to clean up my taper wares and coolers. I scan and see Heather cleaning up the table at the other end of the field.
I plug in my earpiece to clear my head off the thought of the creepy coach. As I was socializing and greeting some familiar faces i often caught sight of the leering face of Coach Anderson follow the sway of my ass. I stifle a growl of displeasure
and try as much as I possibly can to avoid him or his wandering eyes. They make me uncomfortable.
I look for trash bags but can't seem to find one. I ask a teacher when I can get them and she directs me to a closet not so out of view. I wander o
