I'm not really finding this fun.
I let my eyes wander around the whole field, looking for Noah to see how he was doing. I couldn't tell which group was what as everyone was moving everywhere.
"Pay attention!" A coach hollered at my group.
I straightened up and turned my eyes to the drill. Right. Can't get distracted. A few of the guys in the group sent me looks, but I tried my best to ignore it. If the worst thing they can do is give me dirty looks, then I'll survive. So far, no one has been outright mean or raised their hand at me. I just have to remember that, normally, people don't attack others. And it helps knowing that my coach doesn't allow us players to become physical with others without consequences.
"Begin." The other coach said, gripping his clipboard.
"Play's at first!"
