Hanna leans forward on the thirty yard line, waiting for her brother to snap the ball to Trevor. Her pink nose retracts some snot that tries to escape, while she warms her numbing fingers inside her sweatshirt before the play begins.
“Hike!” Trevor calls.
She sprints down the field, cutting across the worn grass. Icy needles prick at her toes, but it doesn’t slow her down. She waves to Trevor that she’s open.
“A girl is playing?” The new kid asked before the game started.
It’s not the first time a boy had asked that stupid question, but this time it was preceded by, “Who brought the cheerleader?”
Hanna puffed out her chest at the kid. “You got a problem with a girl playing?”