CHAPTER 47

"What are you doing? The balls go on the other side of the pitch." Coach Spears frowns, eyebrows burrowed together. He briefly signals on the complete opposite end of the pitch before briskly walking off, barking commands at some other poor soul. I let out a loud groan and drop the bag to the floor, letting it land with a thump. My hand wraps around the handle and I spin around on my heel, heading back in the direction I've just come from. It's Wednesday evening and my new job as assistant...