The morning air was crisp, the sky painted in hues of early morning gold and orange as the soccer team gathered at the bus lot. Lio stood near the front, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, eyes scanning the group. Despite the early hour, there was an undeniable energy in the air—an anticipation that buzzed just beneath the surface of tired eyes and yawns. The training camp had been the talk of the school for days, and now it was finally here. The next chapter of their journey was about to begin.
Mia was the first to break the silence, her usual teasing smile in place despite the early hour. "You guys look like zombies. We're not even at the camp yet, and you already look exhausted." Her voice cut through the quiet, a stark contrast to the murmuring wind and the distant chirping of birds.