*3rd person*
Right now the guys, Jonah and Corbyn are going to be playing Tourney.
"Jonah, Zach, attack. Jack, you're defense. Taylor, you're the shooter"
"Right coach" Jack shouted out.
"Hey. Hey! Hey, you. Lost boy! Put your helmet on. Get out of the kill zone! Come on" Coach shouted at the blonde haired guy, none other than Corbyn.
"Kill zone? Wha..."
Corbyn walked out of the yellow coloured grass.
"Pick it up. Put it on! Two hands" The coach pointed towards the helmet that was laying on the floor.
Corbyn did as instructed.
"Aah!" Jonah started running towards the 'kill zone' where different kinds of discs were being thrown towards him. He 100% avoided all of the discs from touching his body and eventually started to hit the ball towards the goal post. All the cheerleaders started cheering for him as he attempted to sway left and right around people just to hit the ball into the goal.
Eventually, he managed to hit the ball into the goal and people started to cheer as loudly as they could for him.
"You! Get over here! What do you call that? I call that raw talent. Come find me later. I'll show you something you haven't seen before. It's called a rule book. Welcome to the team, son" The coach said proudly.
The coach's eyes shifted from Jonah to the scrawny looking figure behind him, Corbyn.
"You ever thought about band?" Coach joked.
Out of nowhere, Zach pops out and says, "I'll work with him, coach"
"All right. Let's run that again" Coach said while clapping his hands.
"I'm rotten to the core" Jonah mumbled under his breath and turned back to a not-so-happy-looking Jack.
As a joke, Jonah hit his shoulders really hard while walking away to his position for the next round of the game.
"Ow!" Jack yelled.
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