NATHAN
The thrill of the game pumped my adrenaline. For as long as I could remember, my dad had put me in a training camp. Apparently, even at a young age, I surpassed my brothers in speed and agility. He wanted to foster those abilities and turn me into the greatest wolfball player of all time.
Somewhere along the lines, his dream had become my own. Or perhaps it was always mine. That was a blurred memory for me, but it didn’t really matter. What I did know was that as I scored the first goal of the night, I etched myself into this school’s history. I lived up to the hype surrounding my skills for the game, and I planned on showing everyone my true value.
Before I was done with this season, scouts for pro teams would be begging me to sign onto their teams.
I ran across the field agai
