Scott
adjusted his gaming chair, shifting his weight from one ass-cheek to
the other but never taking his eyes off the bright flashing screen.
He'd only been 14 for a few months, but he still felt a little jaded
that it seemed like everybody else his age was living their life a
little better somehow. It was summer, and everyone from school was
out at the beach or hanging out in the city except him. He'd never
had many friends, always too shy or angsty to reach out and make
positive connections w

Scott
adjusted his gaming chair, shifting his weight from one ass-cheek to
the other but never taking his eyes off the bright flashing screen.
He'd only been 14 for a few months, but he still felt a little jaded
that it seemed like everybody else his age was living their life a
little better somehow. It was summer, and everyone from school was
out at the beach or hanging out in the city except him. He'd never
had many friends, always too shy or angsty to reach out and make
positive connections w

As Coach Maxwell cleaned out his office, he reflected on what he thought had been a job well done. Across his three-decade high school sports coaching career, he'd seen his fair share of students go on to play for major college teams across the country, an achievement he was darn proud of, if you'd pardon his language. During his tenure here at Wilmington, he'd taught varsity softball, basketball, and more. Where his coaching skills always shone the most, however, was in girl's soccer. There was