THE GAME#98

I walked into the field with Solomon, dressed up for training. Today was a Friday, and it was awkward to have a training session after school. I couldn't blame the coach because we had a game the next day. I didn't need to worry, and I knew we would easily beat them. We had four supernaturals on our team. The math was simple enough.

We met coach waiting for us on the pitch. He was in his normal dress; a black T-shirt, a pair of white shorts, a red baseball cap on his head, and a blue whistle around his neck. He looked too casual. I didn't need to read his mind to know he lived recklessly outside. He looked like a party type. 

"Okay, ladies," he greeted. "Let's get on with it. You know the drills."

We lined up and began jogging around the field. I wondered how long