"What?! Why are you all looking at me as if you've seen a ghost?" Coach asks, seeming genuinely confused by our blood-drained faces.
"You– When– what–" I shake my head, searching for the right question. "How are you here?"
"Plane."
"No, I mean how– how are you here, as in alive?"
His brows scrunch tighter together, his confusion deepening. "Shouldn't I be alive? Why wouldn't I?"
"Because–"
"Coach?" An even more shocked face registering disbelief approaches – The principal, his widened eyes bulging.
"Not you too" Coach sighs, unable to wrap his brain around the reason for our troubled expressions as all eyes remain glued to him.
"How is this possible?" The principal exclaims "You are supposed to be dead."
"Really? Ouch." The coach holds his hand to his chest. "If this is your way o
