How Field Hockey Met Football

We have a routine.

Every Friday night I meet him outside of my house. I get in his black jeep and we go to 7/11. We get hotdogs and sodas before going somewhere no one will see us. Sometimes it's the beach, somtimes it's the airport to watch planes take off. Then, when we're at school, we are enemies.

You may be wondering how this started. Well, I wouldn't want to ruin our story for you.

The story of HOW FIELD HOCKEY MET FOOTBALL.