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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Logan Trask Age: Twenty Two Class Year: Senior Position: Striker, #2 Hometown: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Related Bios: Cameron Trask

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: drug and alcohol abuse, death.

They didn’t start out as a tragedy. In fact, they started out completely normal. More than that, they started out happy. Money was tight, sure, mother and father and sister and brother living overtop of each other in a small apartment. But they were, above all else, a family. Logan was a darling only son and a protective older brother, with Cameron following behind him like a shadow of the most persistent kind. But then their father died: he was a dock worker for a large shipping company, and when Logan was twelve and Cameron was ten, he died on the job in a freak accident. There one day and gone the next, just that suddenly.

Logan watched his childhood die as his father did: his mother descended into sorrow, into drunkenness, into uselessness. And so Logan grew old before his time: he was the one to make sure his sister made it to and from school, that there was food on the table, that their bills got paid on time, and that his mother was poured into bed at the end of the night. But there was one thing he wouldn’t let go of: if in one hand he held tight to his sister, in the other he held a racquet. Exy. And he was good at it, too. It was early in his high school career that Logan started to accumulate buzz. He landed an impossible shot in a high school semifinals game, and the world sat up and took notice: Logan Trask is one to watch, that kid is going to be Class I someday.

He wanted that future, he wanted what he was promised: his name on the back of a jersey, a crowd screaming it back at him as he took to the court, racquet lifted above his head. When he and Cameron came home one day after practice when Logan was fifteen to find their mother facedown in a puddle of vomit, body cold, he mourned that vision slipping away from him more than he did his own mother’s passing. And maybe that’s why he came up with the plan that he did. Their mother had been useless, and yet Cameron and Logan had survived, had thrived as best they could, without her. Why did that have to change? Logan could take care of Cameron, and they wouldn’t have to worry about foster parents or foster siblings or being separated in the system. They could have all that they needed, just the two of them.

So that’s exactly what they did: disposed of their mother’s body, and spent the next several years living a lie. They were grueling, relentless years: Logan went from school to practice to picking Cameron up from her school to one of several after school jobs to—if he was lucky—homework, maybe managing to snag a few hour’s sleep before waking it up and doing it all again. But while his present was a well-concealed battle, his future was a beacon drawing him on: his future was Exy, and through it all his performance on the court only improved, his star only rose higher.        

They called Logan one of the best strikers in the nation, his team a well-oiled machine that won game after game on a march to repeated championship titles. The last months of his high school career were a whirlwind courtship: recruiters flew him out first class to visit their schools, told him that they’d be the ones to cement his fame, that if he signed with them he’d be one step closer to one day making Court. But what none of those teams knew was the secret that Logan had so carefully concealed behind a champion’s smile, that meant that no matter how much he ached when he thought of joining one of the Big Three teams and playing alongside other future champions, the only team he could even consider joining was the one that didn’t seem interested in him at all—the Palmetto State Foxes.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

His senior year of high school, he drove to South Carolina to surprise Coach David Wymack after one of the Foxes’ home games. In his office afterwards, he laid it all on the line: his mother was dead and had been for years, he couldn’t leave his sister alone in Pittsburgh, he needed a team that understood how important that was to him, and so the Foxes were his only option. He came out of that meeting with a contract and a promise that Cameron would be taken care of. And, with one announcement, he shocked the Exy world. Diehard fans began looking at him with new eyes, wondering what exactly it was about him that they had missed, what it was that made him a fit for Wymack’s halfway house of a team.

When Logan moved to Palmetto for his freshman year, Cameron moved with him. But while she seemed to thrive, Logan soon began to flounder. He originally thought that he would be able to lift the team up—but the truth is that they’ve only dragged him down. Or maybe that’s just misplaced teenage rebellion: with Cameron safely looked after by Abby, Logan was freed of total responsibility for his sister for the first time in years, and he let it go to his head with late night parties and hungover practices and missed classes and grades that just barely toed the line of acceptable. His performance on the court, too, suffered, but he couldn't see why he should push himself to be better when his teammates were so relentlessly mediocre. There were times when he couldn’t help but wonder about what it might have been like if he had decided to be selfish, if he were a Raven, a Trojan, a Lion—anything but a Fox. And though his teammates and his coaches all stood behind him and Cameron when their mother’s body was found last year, when they were put on trial for identity theft and tax fraud and found guilty, the judges’ kindness the only thing that spared them from a sentence worse than community service, it’s still a thought he still can’t quite shake. 

THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Logan Trask Age: Twenty Three Class Year: Fifth Year Position: Striker, #2 Hometown: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Related Bios: Cameron Trask

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: drug and alcohol abuse, death

They didn’t start out as a tragedy. In fact, they started out completely normal. More than that, they started out happy. Money was tight, sure, mother and father and sister and brother living overtop of each other in a small apartment. But they were, above all else, a family. Logan was a darling only son and a protective older brother, with Cameron following behind him like a shadow of the most persistent kind. But then their father died: he was a dock worker for a large shipping company, and when Logan was twelve and Cameron was ten, he died on the job in a freak accident. There one day and gone the next, just that suddenly.

Logan watched his childhood die as his father did: his mother descended into sorrow, into drunkenness, into uselessness. And so Logan grew old before his time: he was the one to make sure his sister made it to and from school, that there was food on the table, that their bills got paid on time, and that his mother was poured into bed at the end of the night. But there was one thing he wouldn’t let go of: if in one hand he held tight to his sister, in the other he held a racquet. Exy. And he was good at it, too. It was early in his high school career that Logan started to accumulate buzz. He landed an impossible shot in a high school state semifinals game, and the world sat up and took notice: Logan Trask is one to watch, they said. That kid is going to be Class I someday.

He wanted that future, he wanted what he was promised: his name on the back of a jersey, a crowd screaming it back at him as he took to the court, racquet lifted above his head. When he and Cameron came home one day after practice when Logan was fifteen to find their mother facedown in a puddle of vomit, body cold, he mourned that vision slipping away from him more than he did his own mother’s passing. And maybe that’s why he came up with the plan that he did: their mother had been useless, and yet Cameron and Logan had survived, had thrived, as best they could without her. Why did that have to change? Logan could take care of Cameron, and they wouldn’t have to worry about foster parents or foster siblings or being separated in the system. They could have all that they needed, just the two of them.

So that’s exactly what they did: disposed of their mother’s body, and spent the next several years living a lie. They were grueling, relentless years: Logan went from school to practice to picking Cameron up from her school to one of several after school jobs to—if he was lucky—homework, maybe managing to snag a few hour’s sleep before waking it up and doing it all again. But while his present was a well-concealed battle, his future was a beacon drawing him on: his future was Exy, and through it all his performance on the court only improved, and his star only rose higher.        

They called Logan one of the best strikers in the nation, his team a well-oiled machine that won game after game on a march to repeated state championship titles. The last months of his high school career were a whirlwind courtship: recruiters flew him out first class to visit their schools, told him that they’d be the ones to cement his fame, that if he signed with them he’d be one step closer to one day making Court. But what none of those teams knew was the secret that Logan had so carefully concealed behind a champion’s smile, that meant that no matter how much he ached when he thought of joining one of the Big Three teams and playing alongside other future champions, the only team he could even consider joining was the one that didn’t seem interested in him at all—the Palmetto State Foxes.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

His senior year of high school, he drove to South Carolina to surprise Coach David Wymack after one of the Foxes’ home games. In his office afterwards, he laid it all on the line: his mother was dead and had been for years, he couldn’t leave his sister alone in Pittsburgh, he needed a team that understood how important that was to him, and so the Foxes were his only option. He came out of that meeting with a contract and a promise that Cameron would be taken care of. And, with one announcement, he shocked the Exy world. Diehard fans began looking at him with new eyes, wondering what exactly it was about him that they had missed, what it was that made him a fit for Wymack’s halfway house of a team.

When Logan moved to Palmetto for his freshman year, Cameron moved with him. But while she seemed to thrive, Logan soon began to flounder. He originally thought that he would be able to lift the team up—but the truth is that they’ve only dragged him down. Or maybe that’s just misplaced teenage rebellion: with Cameron safely looked after by Abby, Logan was freed of total responsibility for his sister for the first time in years, and he let it go to his head with late night parties and hungover practices and missed classes and grades that just barely toed the line of acceptable. His performance on the court, too, suffered, but he couldn’t see why he should push himself to be better when his teammates were so relentlessly mediocre. There were times when he couldn’t help but wonder about what it might have been like if he had decided to be selfish, if he were a Raven, a Trojan, a Lion—anything but a Fox. And though his teammates and his coaches all stood behind him and Cameron when their mother’s body was found last year, when they were put on trial for identity theft and tax fraud and found guilty, the judges’ kindness the only thing that spared them from a sentence worse than community service, it’s still a thought he still can’t quite shake.