The air smelled like torn-up grass and the rubber of cleats. Harrison ran up and down the field, a soccer ball dribbling between his feet. His chestnut hair was plastered to his forehead, and his tired green eyes were sparkling in the sunshine.

The rivalling team for the game that night — from East Side High — had yet to arrive, meaning that Harrison and his friends could get in a few laughs amongst their warm-ups.