Connor
"Edward, pop into my office real quick. We need to finalize your jersey number for the weekend match," Coach Reynolds called out just as we finished packing up after practice.
For our first practice it was utter crap. I was too sore to even try to do anything but luckily I had some ease because I was still recovering from my ankle. Half of the team did well for today whilst the other half just flat out refused to participate because of Edward's presence. They were on some sort of strike which was stupid.
They were outnumbered in that regard and Edward didn't even pay attention to them. He just brushed them off and continued about. He blended in well with the cooperating team members and I was pleased. He took orders well and he didn't out do. He took my advice and just sort of blended in.
"Oh Coach," he looked at his watch. "I was supposed to pick up my sister from school."
