Alexs hands felt strange as he opened his U18 locker. It was empty.
He had already taken his things. The spare boots. The extra shin pads. His beat up water bottle.
His name was already gone, a small blank spot on the door.
He was just standing there, in the quiet, empty locker room, when the door swung open.
"There you are!" Sam yelled. "I was looking for you! Are you really leaving? You are abandoning me! Just like that! What am I supposed to do now?"
Sam ran over and pulled Alex into a huge, clumsy hug. "Who is going to play the magic passes? Who will I protect from angry defenders?"
Alex laughed, pushing his friend off. "I am just moving to the other building, Sam. Not to the moon."
"It feels like the moon," Sam grumbled, his face suddenly serious. "It is a big deal, Alex. You are the first one. The first one of us to go up. You are... you are like our representative."
