Sammy Walcott

"Walcott!"

I moved forward picking up a ball with my stick, my eyes moved to the bleachers and I could see Elijah sitting at the same spot surrounded by girls. A sigh escaped my lips and my eyes narrowed back at the guy at the post.

With one fluid shot, the ball shot forward and passed by the goalie's stick, entering straight into the post. Some girls watching cheered, clapping their hands together.

Coach clapped calling on another student to practice. It wasn't something big, I was used to doing this almost every time but weirdly, now, I yearned for praises; praises from Elijah. I looked back at...