Sara muttered under her breath as she leaned against the porch railing, gazing into the night sky. She felt irritable but didn’t know why. The sky was overcast and the stadium lights from the high-school football field were blazing brightly. It seemed to Sara on a night like this that those lights lit up the whole town. “What a waste of electricity,” Sara muttered, going into the house and letting the storm door on the back porch bang shut behind her. This was the first football game of the season, and Sara’s old irritation swept over her, catching her by surprise. She went to her room and closed the door. It was as if Sara were trying to put as many closed doors between her and the football game as she could manage. “Geez,” Sara said out loud to herself. “What is my problem?” Sara had no use whatsoever for football season. It wasn’t uncommon for most of the town to turn out for these Friday-evening games, and many of them even traveled to other cities when the team had an away game.
