“WAY TO GO, SWEETIE!”

I could have done without that “sweetie,” but I’m not going to get picky. It was all awesomely, awesomely awesome.

And get this. Are you ready? Coach was all over it. He didn’t yell at Miller for calling the play, or anything. In fact, at halftime he said we were going to try it again and see what happened.

Long story short, Miller’s idea worked two more times. That’s how long it took Belleville to figure it out and start covering me like poison ivy.

But by then it was too late for them. Final score: Falcons 25, Raiders 18. And I’d run for three—count ’em, three!—touchdowns. I didn’t know if that was any kind of school record at HVMS, but it was definitely a world record on Planet Rafe.

I felt like I was in some kind of movie, starring someone else. Anyone but me.

Except… it WAS me.

And in the weirdest possible way, it was all thanks to Miller.