Chapter 7 Jason Davenport

• Practice time. The only period I ever looked forward to at school, other than picking on Amelia, that is.
• Classes were over now and the team was in the field doing basic warm ups before the main practice began. 
• Amelia, as I'd told her to, was seated on the bleachers, watching blankly, my stuff beside her. Just to make sure she was actually watching and not doing something else, like pressing her darned phone, I kept one eye on the field and the other on her. It wasn't as hard as it sounded.