Locker Pool Short Story
332 Words2 Pages
Slamming lockers, coaches voice, and the click of cleats were sounds all so familiar before a game. This game was different, it was like the mountain of all mohills. Time was running away and before I knew it I found myself headed to the training room to get my wrist taped tight. The smell of sweaty guys lingered in the room and I could feel my nerves starting to run wild. A sort of numbness filled me. I headed back down the dimmed hall to the locker room, the sound of my own cleats echo following me each step of the way. Back infront of my busted up locker labeled "Dupree" in bright red, I found myself head down, hands clasped, praying for the event that was to come.
It was time. The field that usually felt like home to me felt