The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

the school building, like he could already feel time slipping away. “I work after school.”

Coach Brooks nodded.

He did not give a speech.

That was not his way.

But the next afternoon, when Marcus came out of the grocery store wearing his apron and carrying a trash bag, Coach Brooks was waiting by his old pickup.

Marcus stopped. “Something wrong?”

“Nope,” continue reading …