The classroom clock ticks louder than it should—or maybe that’s just my heart, thudding with pre-game adrenaline. In four hours, I’ll be under the lights, Santa Luz cheering. But right now, I’m stuck in Mr. Ellis’s English class, staring at a blank page like it’s mocking me. Across the aisle, the new girl taps her pencil against her lip, hoodie half-hiding her face like she wants to disappear. But somehow, she never really does.
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