Albert
Warming up my muscles by running a few laps outside the touchline, I enter the field filled with determination. Whatever that coach's name was, I don't care. He and I have some business to finish, and I am glad to be the one who ends it.
"Try scoring three goals out of five. If you can, then you'll pass," says the coach without bothering to look up from the clipboard he is holding. "Seila, be the goalkeeper."
"I'm doomed," says Phil.
I turn to him only to see he is having a worried expression on his face. "Why?"
"Seila is the second-best goalkeeper in the team. If there is a silver glove award, he will be the one who owns it."
I follow Phil's gaze to a guy who should be around my shoulder, but with a builder's body walking to stand before the net. Though there is an athletic a
