From the bedcovers, tiny Alan could see the spell book, still open, resting on the bed.
At the same time, he heard a loud knock at the door. "Mike? Bryan?" A male voice called out.
Alan watched as a mammoth man dressed in the school's colors — blue shorts and a yellow T-shirt — entered the room. He didn't look much older than his mid-twenties. He carried a clipboard under his arm and a whistle hung on a chain around his neck.
He looked like a coach, but Alan didn't remember him from his high school years at the school.
The man continued walking into the room. Alan, feeling so overwhelmed by the giant's immense presence in the dorm room, watched the giant's movements. He was coming closer to the bed.
•••••
Soccer coach Mark Grayson sat down on the bed. He saw the old book and lifted the book from the covers.
He failed to see Alan's tiny form scurry to hide beneath a fold in the bedcovers.
Mark chuckled as he realized the book contained various occult magicks and spells. "Are kids still into this stuff?" The coach remarked in a powerful voice.
••••••
Tiny Alan peered out at the enormous man. The coach had a compact but powerfully muscled build. He had short-cropped brown hair and green eyes.
As the coach thumbed through the huge spell book, Alan debated whether to remain in hiding or face the music and seek help from this intimidating and awesome giant.
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