MEMORIES WITH THE BOYS

The white Jeep rolled through the quiet neighborhood, the driver looking left and right as his fingers tapped the wheel. Glancing down at his phone, he checked the address, wondering where everyone was. As he turned the corner, he could see about a dozen cars badly parked up and down the street, mostly gathered around one house. As he approached, he could hear a murmur of noise emanating from the house. While he walked up the drive- way, he heard a shout from above. His head whipped upwards. About a few teenagers were propped up across the tiled roof, holding plates of food. He grinned. This was definitely the place. As he opened the door, the aroma of hot pizza hit his nose. A group of boys were sprawled across the couch, clutching their controllers as they stared intently at a TV screen and trash talked one another. Yet another group of screaming teenagers raced around the room, blasting each other with Orbeez guns. Over the course of the season, the Rocklin High School’s boy soccer team had grown together and bonded as a family. But for Jaydon Folsom, a senior, this team dinner would be last. “It was a pretty great time. We all messed around, all got to know each other better, went out and did some dumb stuff, but, you know, it was just a good way to make memories with the boys.”