Mikey
Before I could stop her, Macey was through my bedroom door. I followed her in and watched as she stood in the middle of the room, looking around.
“Why are you so interested in my room?” I asked.
“Curious to see where little Mikey used to sleep,” Macey replied, glancing at the trophies on a shelf against the wall.
“Those are not football trophies,” she added as I stepped closer.
“No, they’re not,” I told her.
My room hasn’t changed much. Mom has kept both mine and Andi’s rooms just as they were when we were in high school.
“What are they for?” she asked, turning to look at me.
I shrugged. “4H and county fair stuff,” I replied.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I did more than just football… You see that blue ribbon next to the trophy at the end?” I said, pointing to the trophi
