CHAPTER ELEVEN
ADAM
Beads of sweat pool underneath my arms, eyes alert, racing to the sight of the ball. Next week, we are having a match and Coach Bennett is more than a little stressed. The amount of times he’d yelled at us was unimaginable. From the few rumors I’d picked around, it happens that our town’s rival school, Vikings High-yeah, I heard its founder was a huge fun of vikings, had a new basketball coach that happens to be Coach Bennett’s enemy since their high school days. Our basketball team however, does not exactly have the best track record in winning. As a matter of fact, we’d never really made it past the county level.
“Jackson, I need you to run faster. You are the best shooter we’ve got at the moment,” He shouts, not at all helping the nerves coiling around my stomach
