Jackson

The locker room felt different tonight.

Not louder.

Not quieter.

Just heavier.

We were in Clearview’s stadium — away game. Their lockers. Their field. Their crowd already building outside. You could hear the announcer echoing faintly through the concrete walls.

This was it.

Last game.

Not last home game.

Last high school game ever.

I sat on the bench in front of my locker, staring at my jersey in my hands.

Number twelve.

I pulled it over my head ...