(Jaxon)
When I got home, Mom was sitting on the couch with a book in her hand, and Dad was watching the news. Alex was sprawled on the rug with his Nintendo, looking way too focused on whatever game he was playing.
“Hey,” I said, dropping my bag by the door.
Alex looked up first. His whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Jaxon! Did you score today?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Not today, buddy. It was all drills.”
He groaned. “Drills are boring. You should’ve scored.”
Dad lowered the volume on the TV. “How was practice?”
“Tough,” I admitted, walking over to them. “Coach is pushing hard since the semi’s coming up.”
Mom set her book down and looked at me. “You’re holding up though?”
“Yeah,” I said. “More than holding up, actually.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and grinne
