noah had been practicing plays almost all day, getting some running it at the same time. coach had told him he had to get his run time even faster, adding on to the constant pressures already in his life. hearing crunching of the football fieldâs dry grass, he knew someone was walking towards him. it could be his coach, coming to scold him for taking a rest - but he was far too exhausted to even care to pull himself back up. the footsteps finally stopped right beside him, causing him to let out a sigh, before glancing slightly to see who was coming to greet him. âoh - thank god, thought you were gunna be coach ... i canât move anymore, needed to lie down. the grass? surprisingly more comfortable than youâd think.â