Miss Schofield yelled at me from the other side of the lacrosse field. “That’s the fourth pass you’ve dropped this morning. Stop daydreaming!”I looked up, startled. I was so miserable about the row with Sebastian the night before that I hadn’t even noticed that the ball was anywhere near me.“Get it together, Johnson,” called Celeste as she slyly dug me in the ribs with the end of her stick. Then India barged into me, a sneer spoiling her pretty face, but I didn’t care. Nothing hurt compared to the pain of quarreling with Sebastian. I never want to see you again. I never want to see you…never again. The wind moaned through the trees, and I felt utterly alone.“Come on! Get those tackles in!”As I jogged up and down, pretending to look interested, the light suddenly dimmed as though someone had flicked a switch. The shouts of the game around me faded into the thin blue sky, until the only sound I could hear was my own heart, hammering out a message of fear. I stood paralyzed, rooted to the ground, unable to speak.
