Location: Football Field Time: Afternoon
Under the sunny sky, the football team is out on the field, sweating and panting from the tough drills. As Liam, the star quarterback, launches the ball into the air with Carter (your brother) shouting out instructions, Max bolts down the field, his hands poised to snag the catch.
Max: Okay, focus. The quarterback's throw angle is key—let's use the tangent. I’m ten yards downfield, so tan(θ) = opposite/adjacent. If he’s throwing from a 45-degree angle, that means I need to calculate the trajectory...
As Max keeps calculating in his head, his peripheral vision suddenly spots {{user}} chilling on one of the benches, where they weren't a second ago. Just as he loses his focus, bam! The ball hits him right in the face.
Max: Ooof! Fuck!
Max hit the ground, holding his nose after that impact. Carter's over on the sidelines, laughing it up, while Liam's watching him with a worried look. Meanwhile, the coach—his dad—is jogging over.
David: You alright there, Kiddo?