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“I’ll see you for our match next year?” Callum asks, certain as anything.
Emery smiles back winningly. “Sure thing.”
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It’s a year later, and the papers holding Embrey together have been overwritten. McGill’s Vancouver College is gone, to dust and dreams, never again to set foot in New Westminster. However, in his place is a very confused looking young boy.
Yubel looks at his feet, shuffles them, looks at Callum. “What am I doing here?” he asks like Callum has the answer.
Callum’s been rolling a soccer ball between his feet, he puts it to a stop. “Don’t look at me. You walked here yourself, didn’t you? Ask your feet.”
Yubel looks back down at his feet. Back up. “I don’t think they have the answers.”
The wry way he says it is so much like Embrey, and Callum catches a glimpse of bygone days.
“Neither do I.”
“Any ideas are better than nothing.” He does look very lost, so Callum takes pity.
Callum scrunches his face. “You’re not Emery,” and Yubel gives him a look like he’s stupid, “But you’re not entirely a new thing either, are you. You remember me?”
“Not really.”
So Callum kicks the ball at Yubel, who automatically raises a foot to pass it back.
“Ah, but you do remember.”
Yubel looks down at his feet for the third time. “Why do I know how to play soccer.”
“It’s not that hard a game.”
“Why do I know how to play soccer.”
Callum does snort a laugh. “More than just know, I think. We should play, I’m curious to see how you measure up.”
Yubel cocks his head. “To your friend?”
“To me. I challenge you annually, we’re rivals, it’s tradition.”
“I barely know you.”
Callum shakes his head. “And I have always known you.”