Tristan and Red

The lights in the east end zone, older than the coach, flickered badly.

They always flickered, but this time seemed worse.

Tristan Wooton called timeout.

He wasn’t supposed to.

He turned just in time to see the head coach’s tablet flung tothe ground.

Mrs. Adley, who owned Digirepair had donated the things to the school, not for the express purpose of use by …