Today, Beacon Hills High School prepares to welcome a new student! Several new students, in fact; a whole class of them. As summer gives way to fall, so too does freedom give way to restriction. Get in your seats, everyone.
"You know how he is. Or do you? I can't keep track of your complicated web of popularity nonsense, things were simpler when I went to high school. You were cool or you weren't, and I wasn't. Easy."
"I'm good. But unfortunately unable to play. I have a mood disorder. Sometimes I get too excited and I can hurt myself, or others. It's a thing."
"We just wanted to hang out outside of school. That's what cool kids do in our day, Coach Finstock."
"I'm not your parents. You could have been painting the trees with each other's blood for all I care, as long as you were safe."
"Oh! I was hoping to take some pictures of tryouts, maybe a video? I mean, I was thinking about actual games, but that's still a ways off, right?"
"Are you critiquing my coaching technique? I already have most of the team, newbies get benched anyway."
"This is not me judging, this is me being totally clueless about lacrosse."
She looks at Matt.
"Is there a particular position you want to play?"
She smiles at Matt and takes his hand again. "I'll be happy to watch you sit then," she laughs.
To Coach: "So how'd you get roped into this anyway? Not really in your job description, is it?"