I don't really like this, but here's a little POV from Greenberg. I was hoping to get somewhere with this, but I might make another chapter just to show where I was trying to go with the (sort of) one-shot.
It's just a few hours. . . You'll be okay.
Lacrosse practice. The time of day, or night, where all of your confidence vanishes as quickly as Coach Finstock can down a bottle of Jack. Coach Finstock is the overseer throughout all the lacrosse games and practices. His somewhat old face moves with every insult and scream he can form.
"Hurry up, Greenberg! You can't even pick up your damn feet!"
Greenberg — that's me. "Off the field! Off the field!" Coach yells through his teeth. "God dammit, Greenberg. I said off the field!"
I raised my hand and formed the thumbs-up gesture. I don't really talk when he starts screaming at me. I'm basically invisible when I'm not being yelled at.
My feet shuffled to the cold, silver bench with stacks of lacrosse sticks and bags piled on one another. My muddy brown eyes scanned the guys as they ran at each other in hopes to get the ball that's slightly smaller than a field hockey ball.
I sometimes wonder how I got on the team. Maybe it's because Coach felt sorry for me. Or. . . maybe it's because he's—
"GREENBERG," a voice screamed. "What the hell are you doing?! This isn't Math class where you can sleep. PAY ATTENTION!"
I nodded my head. Sorry, I thought to myself. The score: unknown.
Hours passed and I was still on the cold bench. I wasn't allowed to put on my red Beacon Hills sweatshirt since I 'didn't do anything to help the team with during practice'. The practice ended, the boys went home, and I was stuck alone with the coach. His dark hair and scowl could make any child piss their pants, really. I guess I'm used to it.
"Hey, did you—"
"Shuddup, Greenberg. Your voice reminds me of kids," he said in an annoyed manner. "I hate kids."
My dark brows furrowed in confusion, "then why do you. . . uh, teach kids?"
His right eye twitched as he stared at the bags he was carrying. "You were a mistake."