Tyler
The rest of the classes went exactly how you’d expect them to go—kids pretending to be interested in subjects when they clearly wanted to be anywhere else but stuck in a room where strange “words of knowledge” were being forced into their heads.
But me?
My mind was doing a full see-saw, bouncing from Sydney, who was a couple rows from me, and the meeting waiting for me in coach’s office.
Every few seconds I had to stop myself from turning to look at her.
At the same time, I kept wondering what Coach wanted to see me about.
And as expected, I could barely focus on what was being taught.
But before I could snap out of it all, the bell rang.
Chairs scraped across the floor, and everyone rushed for the door like diplomas were being handed out in the hallway.
But I stayed glued t
