TIMOTHY POV
The sharp ring of his cellphone shattered the peace of Timothy's evening. Glancing at the caller ID, he frowned at the name that flashed on the screen - Mr. Porter, the new hockey club leader. Wondering what could prompt an urgent call, Timothy answered and found himself summoned to the sports center.
As he walked through the familiar corridors of the center, anxiety knotted in his stomach. His footsteps echoed off the cold walls, creating an unsettling rhythm that mirrored his racing thoughts. He arrived at Mr. Porter's office, the door slightly ajar. Hesitating for a moment, Timothy knocked and pushed the door open.
Mr. Porter sat behind a cluttered desk, his expression grave. He motioned for Timothy to take a seat, his eyes avoiding direct contact. Timothy furrowed his br
