Star Striker: Game On!

Star Striker: Game On! — page 3
on the eighth grade team forget about playing in high school or college or having any hope for happiness That’s the way life works for you too You think the most import ant thing in the world is that tryout or that math quiz or whatever and you don’t even see the huge tornado coming your way 1.0 Eyes on the track Albert jogged Hi Albert Freddy Mills said approaching him on his left Hey Albert said immediately turning on the heat Freddy was slow which meant Albert’s own pace must have fallen A kind of light headedness came over Albert and he won dered if he was having a panic attack It’s the final day of tryouts he thought and I’ll probably pass out during the warm-up He pushed through it though and increased his pace catching up with Trey Patterson and his pack And then Trey pointed at Albert’s yellow soccer socks and shin guards and said You got chicken legs Kinney It was a ridiculous immature joke who cared what color his socks and shin guards were and yet the guys actually laughed Trey Patterson A year ago Trey would have been running by his side not making fun of him All their lives Trey and Albert had been next door neighbors and friends Not heart-to-heart 2