Alicia

Happy shouts echo all around me as Clarissa and ten of her ex high school classmates bounce around a ball. Truth be told, it looks like the ball is bouncing around them instead. They're all a sweaty mess. I can't even call it football anymore, it's more like body ball, with the way Clarissa keeps tripping and falling, bringing a new meaning to the art of playing football.

The others are doing good, but she - just, no.

Luckily, no one else in the vast field has taken an interest in what they're doing as they're fully engrossed in their own brand of sports. Why I decided to follow...