The lacrosse team was practicing, as always, when a new player came onto the field. He looked tiny and skinny. Jackson, the team captain, laughed at the scene. "How did such a shrimp get out here?" he said. His teammates laughed too. "Is he even old enough to play?" someone asked. "He's just a kid!" another one said. The guy silently took all the ridicule until the coach interfered. "Enough! This shrimp is going to beat your butts, Wittmore!" the coach glaring at Jackson. "Everybody take your places and get ready!" Jackson didn't like being humiliated in front of everyone, especially, but he had to obey the coach's orders. He took his place, preparing for the battle ahead. The coach whistled with the whistle, and everyone got up immediately. The center of attention was a newbie. Everybody expected him to lose horribly, but they were in for a surprise. Despite his unassuming appearance, he was swift and agile, easily avoiding any attempts to get ahold of him. He captured the first ball quickly, and then kept going, catching one after another, racking up points like a madman. His teammates, who at first mocked him, soon began cheering him on. Jackson couldn't contain his rage. It was supposed to be him in the spotlight and him being the best, but this rookie took all the attention from the very first day. Who did he think he was? Jackson grabbed him by the collar. The newbie was so puny, that Jackson had no troubles lifting him up off the ground. "Do you think you're the coolest guy around? Who are you anyway?" Jackson roared and shook the newbie in the air, barely restraining his rage. "Let me go!" the rookie screeched, and Jackson instantly dropped him. His voice sounded too sharp and high, like he was a young girl. Jackson felt his gears spinning and his mind spinning, too. He raised his hands and caught the helmet that was covering the guy’s head, finally revealing his face. His eyes were full of rage, his face full of anger. "Are you...You…? A girl?"