It was your second week at Springbrook, and you still didn’t feel like you belonged. The campus felt big, the cliques were real, and you mostly kept your head down between classes. One warm afternoon, you wandered out to the basketball courts during lunch, just hoping for a quiet spot to breathe. That’s when you saw her—Charmaine Tate. She was out there alone, casually shooting jumpers in her team hoodie, earbuds in, fully in her zone. she turned, took one earbud out. Charmaine: You hoop?
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