August 3rd, Thursday, private residence on Carnegie campus
10:42 am
"So you won't be able to make it to the meeting today?"
"No, sorry, and Katt's going to finish unpacking. I promise
we'll make the next one."
"Oh, it's all right. We all have obligations. Besides,
since the team hasn't been completed yet, this will be more like an
unofficial get-together. I just thought it was high time we met each
other."
"Sounds like a good idea. If you like, you can give me a
few highlights at the try-outs later today."
"Mm-hmm, I was planning on doing that anyway. Um, before I
go to call the others, would you mind telling me what you have planned
instead?"
"You sound upset," Leena grinned. "Relax, Freya, I'm seeing
somebody concerning another possible player. You know I'd never miss a
meeting unless it was important. Why don't you put those resources of
yours to good use and see if you can't fill in a few blanks? That way,
we might get enough members to hold another session before school
starts, and I guarantee I'll be there."
"That sounds like a great idea! I'll get right on it! I'll
try and stress it to the others as well."
"Okay, I appreciate it. Sorry I couldn't make it."
"Oh, don't worry," she laughed softly. "That just means
less people to spend money on!"
Freya's smile vanished as she hung up. Being so perky and
energetic really wiped her out, but she had to keep pretending, at least
until she called everyone. They needed to understand that this would be
an informal affair, and that they could always rely on their manager to
cheer them up, even if she felt ready to collapse. Taking a deep
breath, Freya threw some pills in her mouth, washed them down, and
flipped her Rolodex to the next name.
You complete my fate
The world unwinds inside of me
You complete my fate
The halo crawls away
You repeat my fate
Rewinding all we can
You refill my place
You refill my place
Come and save me
Come and save me
You complete my fate
The heavens stroll inside of me
You repeat my fate
Revealing who we are
You refill my place
You refill my place
Come and save me
Believe in me
Drink the wine
Take my hand
Fill me up
Believe in me
Drink the wine
Take my hand
Let me follow
"Answering the Call"
"Thanks for the grub, Freya! Later!"
Lauren Ofdensen was smiling as she left Chili's and wandered
to her car. The meeting had gone well, she had met several fascinating
and sexy women, and she even got a free meal out of it! Balancing her
take-out box in one hand and her small all-purpose sack in the other
(she detested purses), Lauren fished around for her cell phone, positive
that she had gotten a call earlier. Sure enough, as she flipped the
case open, a message reading "You missed 1 call(s) and have 1
message(s)" flickered to life, and prodding a little further, she
discovered a friend of hers had tried to get in touch. Lauren sought
the solitude of her car before listening to the message.
"It's me. I'm probably interrupting something. I'd just
like to inform you that we will be attending the same university now.
You'll probably interpret this as a continuation of our so-called
rivalry. Well, come what may, our relationship has been given an
extension, so if you've been hoping to get rid of me, I am sorry to
disappoint. Call me back so I know you're not dead."
(End of messages,) came the annoying recorded voice Lauren
had grown so accustomed to. (To delete this mess--) She pressed 7,
trashing it, then ran through her list of missed calls. Wouldn't her
friend be pissed to learn that her fiercest archrival was still alive!
Prompt as always, the woman answered her phone after only one ring.
"Afternoon. I presume you received my message?"
"Yeah, sorry to disappoint ya! But hey, it's great we still
get to go to school together. Why didn't you tell me you were going to
CU?"
"Mmn, no reason. I just didn't. It will take me awhile to
move there, but I've already registered for classes."
"Oh, so're we gonna be rivals again?" The other woman
sighed deeply.
"I don't know what goes through that head of yours."
"That's why I'm gonna beat'cha!"
"Fine, you win, you're better than me. Satisfied?"
"Tsk, you're no fun. But you are taking a psych class,
right?"
"Yes, so we might be in the same room together. Heaven
forbid."
"Naw, we can be study-buddies! Oh, hey, I've got news as
well. You'll never guess." Lauren smiled smugly, almost sticking her
tongue out with glee. The other woman paused a moment to humor her
friend.
"Let's see. Does it have anything to do with baseball?"
"Sadly, no, but you're close."
"Then I give up."
"No fun at all!" she yelled. Her friend smirked just a
little. "All right, have it your way. I got into the Carnegie soccer
team, through some freak chance."
"You shouldn't be so surprised: you were always a very
athletic girl. But why make the transition?"
"I dunno," Lauren grumbled. "This old bat conned me into
it. Hey, watch out for that Rosewood bitch: she'll talk you into
anything if you give her the chance."
"You mean the retired General, Stacie Rosewood?" There was
finally a trace of surprise in the woman's voice, something even Lauren
didn't hear often. "Hmm. I never imagined. That might make my tenure
even more interesting. I will be arriving there today, around 3:30, so
I would appreciate it if you helped me move in." Lauren shrugged
haphazardly.
"Sure thing. What else do I have going on? I might even
introduce you to a few of my sexy new friends."
"I do hope you've not done anything Quixotic yet," she
sighed before bidding Lauren farewell. The redhead smirked, put her
phone away, and drove out of the parking lot.
"She hasn't changed at all."
Soft-spoken, studious, self-effacing siren
Both a proud narcissist and an insecure neurotic
Breaking the mirror in and of her mind
Arina Essylt
Since most of the women had gotten all the important things
out of the way--moving in, getting a job, registering for classes, and
applying for the school soccer team--they could spend what was left of
their summer vacation as they pleased. Lauren would most likely have a
party in the future; Terra preferred prowling the mall in search of the
latest manga and video games. Since she had only moved recently, she
didn't know her way around very well, so she called Amy and Freya, who
gave her a few pointers.
"You like games? Hmm...what about graphic animation?"
"Oh yeah! That's actually the field I wanted to get into!"
"You're in luck!" Freya chirped. "The company I own is
expanding, and we really need some computer graphics designers. Oh,
wait--you already have a job, don't you?"
"Yes, at Parody. Uh...but you know, I don't work there
every day. I've got the weekends off. Would it be okay if I checked it
out first?"
"Sure, we'd love to have you come by! It's halfway between
my house and the mall; however, it's located on a relatively new lot of
land, so we aren't shoulder to shoulder with our neighbors. Don't
worry, you'll find it! See you there!"
"Yeah, and thanks for the directions." Terra put her cell
phone away and tried getting her bearings. This mall was so different
than the one she was accustomed to; everything was turned around and
mixed up. Freya told her that the nearest video game store was around
JC Penny's, between Aeropostle and The Golden Kernel, so she followed
her nose until she was struck with the buttery aroma of popcorn. A shop
labeled Game Stop was right next to it, so she stepped inside shyly,
noticing how very few customers there were. She had the whole store to
herself, but it also made her feel vulnerable.
But then, she saw it: a diamond in the rough.
"No...freaking...way!" she gasped. The only visible
employee was playing a game Terra recognized all too well, one she had
wanted to play for ages, but never got the chance. With her mouth still
hanging open, she addressed the woman: "Is that Mother 2?"
"It sure is," she answered coolly. "AKA Earthbound. I'm
glad there's somebody out there who still appreciates the classics.
Lately it's been nothing but advanced this and new-gen that, digital
revolution crap and hi-def nonsense. Feh! All skin and no heart."
"Is it for sale?" Terra asked, feeling her adrenaline rush.
"Please tell me it's on sale!"
"Sorry," the older woman grinned, "it's actually my copy.
You're welcome to play it, but I'm not about to let it go."
"Oh, please!" she begged, nearly stamping the floor. "How
much do you want, really? What if money was no object?"
"No object?" she grinned, rubbing her cheek. "Well, with
the system and the game, I might let it go for a thousand bucks."
"WHAT! That's not fair! I could get it on Ebay cheaper
than that!"
"Not anymore," she replied, saving her game and resetting
the system. She gave Terra a controller, not wanting her to walk away
broken-hearted. "Come on, give it a whirl. I gotta get back to work
anyway. If there's anything you want, just ask--I mean, anything
besides that."
"You won't reconsider?" she whimpered. "Come on, I've never
played Mother 2."
"So play it, unless you're in some kinda hurry!"
"But I want to take it home with me," she sighed. The
employee smiled warmly, and returned behind the counter to organize her
stock.
"Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. Nintendo should've
imported the Mother series to the DS--but while we're fantasizing, I may
as well say that Sony should've released Suikoden one and two for the
states. Buncha morons..." Her sour expression slowly improved, and her
eyes sparkled craftily as she came up with an idea. "Okay, let's make a
deal. I'll go ahead and give it to you if you can beat me at Smash
Brothers Brawl." Terra snorted as she paused her game.
"Are you serious? I have to warn you, I'm pretty good at
that."
"Well, I'm not so bad myself. You up for it?"
"Sure, I've got nothing to lose." The employee looked over
at Terra's purse, where a small trinket was dangling.
"You could wager that Lucca keychain you got there," she
pointed. Terra noticed it had gotten loose and snapped it in her palm,
feeling very possessive. It was cast in the image of her favorite
character from one of her favorite games; she had bought it when her
family went to Vietnam a few years back to visit relatives. It had
taken a lot of time, effort, and money to secure, and at first, Terra
was reluctant to gamble with it. But when she realized she held her
keychain with the same esteem this woman held her game in, it seemed
like a fair trade, and she placed it on the Wii system.
"Fine, it's a deal, but I hope you're ready to lose."
"A good gamer is ready for anything," the woman replied. As
the game moved to the character selection screen, she immediately went
to select Pit, while Terra chose Jigglypuff, a move that usually
bewildered her opponents. The reaction was no different today: "Wow,
Jigglypuff, huh? You're either really good or really brave."
"Maybe I'm both!" Terra crowed, feeling herself grow more
extroverted again. She was always bashful and quiet around strangers,
but was quick to become the life of the party around her close
friends...or anyone who shared her passion. Before the match started,
she felt it necessary to introduce herself to her opponent, like a true
honorable warrior. "I'm Terra, by the way."
Self-proclaimed champion, fueled by indomitable endurance
Extroverted gamer, tomboyish and sweet
Reticent on matters of love alone, broken home, doubtful heart
Jennifer Andre
"But most people call me Jen," she said as the match began.
"So are you a gamer?"
"Yeah, pretty avid, but I'm also into manga and Tae Kwon
Do."
"Nice! Oh, crap, that was low! I'll get you back for that,
you know."
"Yeah, sure," Terra giggled. But she also had to admit that
Jen was good, at least as good as her, if not better. So, first there
was Amy with martial arts, and now Jennifer with games: Terra now had
equals in two aspects of her life, and she vaguely wondered if she would
befriend this new woman in the same manner.
"Say, if you're a gamer, you should come to the tournaments
they hold in Parody bookstore. Do you know where that is?"
"Yeah, I work there." Jen clucked her tongue as she gained
a momentary advantage.
"Tsk, lucky. That place is awesome. So what's your
favorite game?"
"Well, I really like the Star Ocean series, but recently I
got into Valkyrie Profile-the PSP version, I mean."
"Oh, cool. I've got the original. Heh, it's kinda
stone-age now, but it's still one of the greats. You ever do any online
gaming?"
"Some, when I can. I fiddled around with Warcraft and Gaios
for awhile."
"No kidding!" Jen exclaimed as her character was thrown off
the ledge. "I've been playing GAOG for awhile." Terra grinned as she
moved into a fierce combo.
"Oh yeah? Maybe we've met."
"It's possible. I'm Sarishaun Tartarus, the bandit
princess."
"No...WAY!!" Terra paused her game to stare in awe. "Oh my
god, you're Sarishaun?! I'm Huynh the centaur! We're partners!"
"No friggin' way!!" Jen and Terra laughed and hugged each
other, two online friends finally meeting in person. Something like
this cannot be a coincidence: Jen thanked the divine intervention of
God, while Terra chalked it up to her good karma. "God, I was wondering
what happened to you! You never told me where you were moving to."
"Sorry. Uh, if you want my new address, I can give it to
you."
"Sounds great. I was worried I wouldn't be able to send you
a birthday-slash-Valentine's day card this year. Uh...so you got
enrolled at Carnegie, right?"
"Yeah, and their soccer team."
"I've heard about that. Some of the guys that come around
here tried out. I hear they're really strict about who gets in."
"Uh, not so much," Terra grinned sheepishly. Jen wondered
what her friend meant by that at first, but figured it out soon enough,
and hugged her again.
"Wow, congratulations! I guess you're moving up in the
world."
"Slowly but surely. Oh, the match!"
"Bah, forget about it," Jen smiled as she reset the system.
"I can just give you the game. I mean, I already got it on the Wii
Virtual Console. There's really no point in keeping two." Terra's face
was blindingly bright; her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her mouth
was a great big happy grin.
"Ah...are you serious? You're giving it to me free of
charge?! Ohmygod, Jen, I love you!" She tackled the older woman,
purring and humming happily; Jen laughed and pried her away.
"Thanks, but I never said I was giving it away for free.
How about a trade? Yoink!" She snatched up Terra's keychain, twirling
it on her finger. "This is the friend's discount," she announced
proudly. "Are you happy with it?"
Terra didn't even need to consider her answer: "Sure, as
long as you guarantee everything's in working order."
"I swear on Sarishaun's Hawkeye Crossbow." Terra smiled
warmly and helped Jen unplug the Super Nintendo. As it was being packed
away, the two reunited friends exchanged addresses and numbers, and
promised to keep in touch, which was a given considering their hobby.
Before Terra left the Game Stop, Jen stopped her for one last question
that had been nagging in her mind.
"Uh, Terra...do you think I could try out for the soccer
team as well?"
-- Nadia Khovansky, 19, 5'8" (1.72 m), defensive midfielder position-
Kasumi Beckett was surprised she managed to book an
interview with the owner of Out and About so easily, but she wasn't
about to question her good fortune. She had scheduled the meeting with
Odessa mostly out of curiosity: she wanted to know just what kind of
place this nightclub was, and whether she would like it if she got
hired. Since she wouldn't have classes or practice until later, her
entire day was free, so she could devote it to this interview. Felicity
offered to drive her there, but no, Kasumi didn't want to trouble her,
and besides, the weather was perfect for a bike ride. As unfamiliar as
she was with the new city, Kasumi would need the convenience and
maneuverability of a bicycle. Odessa's directions were pretty good,
though, and she made it there without incident. She noted with a smirk
that there was a place to chain her bike, so she left it behind and made
sure she had all her credentials.
"Uh, hello," she muttered to the bouncer. The heavyset
biker butch grinned back, waving a meaty hand. Kasumi decided to
identify herself before her intentions were mistaken. "I'm here for a
job interview with Odessa. Is she in right now?"
"Yeah, her office is on the third floor. You can't miss the
stairs."
"Thanks." Kasumi slipped inside without fanfare; that
woman's stare had discomforted her. She didn't think she would feel out
of place inside the nightclub-she had worked at another gay bar before,
although that one was usually filled with men-and the fact that the
floor was very sparsely populated made her feel even easier. Kasumi was
glad Odessa didn't schedule their meeting during peak business hours;
she wasn't sure if she could "run the gauntlet" with all those feminine
eyes gazing at her.
"Get used to it," she murmured to herself as she spotted the
stairs. "You're probably going to be working here. I sure do hope it's
different from that other place." As Kasumi climbed higher, she noticed
the lowest area was devoted to a large dance floor and a bar spanning
from wall to wall; the second floor was a lounge, with tables, beanbag
chairs, couches, booths, and lots of dark corners and cubbies where
couples could seclude themselves. The highest floor was strictly for
business, where Odessa reigned from on high and where her employees took
their breaks. Kasumi dreaded having to hike up and down these stairs
every day, but there was also an "employees only" entrance that led
directly outside, which neatly removed that labor from the equation.
Nice. She humbly knocked on Odessa's open door, poking her head inside
and smiling at the owner.
"Hi, I'm here for the interview."
"Kasumi, right? Come in, make yourself at home." Odessa's
office was surprisingly clean, organized, and functional, hardly a
reflection of its proprietor. While she was certainly a very beautiful
woman-short curly black hair crowning her head, silky-smooth brown skin,
glittering eyes that hinted at the sensuality within, a healthy figure,
and a smile creasing behind lavender lips-she had a reputation for being
a wild nymphomaniac. At least she knew when to separate business from
pleasure, though she couldn't help but stare as Kasumi made a strong
entrance.
"Well, we may as well get started," she sighed as they shook
hands. "I hate doing it, but I've got to see all the legal shit before
I hire you. Not my rules, sadly. Let's see the ol' résumé, then."
Odessa skipped through it for about a minute and smiled. "Ah, I see you
worked at Studs. I also see you're not quite twenty-one yet."
"Almost," Kasumi squeaked. Her pulse skyrocketed, and she
turned pale. She had managed to slip by the age limit in her old job by
coming to an "understanding" with her supervisor, but she didn't know if
Odessa would let her off so easily-or if she could call the police about
this alarming indiscretion. The older woman just nodded, and gave the
sheet back.
"Well, unfortunately, the law also says I can't employ you
until you turn twenty-one-that is, if you're just serving alcohol. If
we played by those rules, I wouldn't be able to hire you until October
18th. But lucky for you, I'm the kind of person who'll take advantage
of any loophole she can find. There's no rule saying I can't hire
someone your age to perform any other task!"
"So you might have something for me after all?" Kasumi
whispered, feeling hopeful again. Yes, in spite of her earlier
misgivings, she felt that this job would be a great success for her.
After all, she had enjoyed herself more whenever Studs had their "ladies
nights", and at Out and About, she would have those same opportunities
every night. Not bad.
"Well, it's nothing glamorous," Odessa gestured. "There's
cleaning crew, bouncer-Molly's going to be moving fairly
soon-accountant, inventory...hell, you could be a go-go dancer if you
like."
"No thanks," Kasumi grimaced. "Actually, I have some
inventory and data entry experience from my job at Walden's. I could
take that." Odessa smiled grimly and shook her head.
"Nobody ever takes the cleaning jobs. Well, if your
previous employer can vouch for you, you're good in my book. The job
starts once I get the green light, so I'll call you in for orientation.
Is this your schedule?" She pointed to a paragraph in Kasumi's résumé
which detailed her school and soccer times. "Looks like we can work
around this perfectly. I guess you'll be wanting part-time."
"Yeah, if you can."
"Okay... Uh, do you drive?"
"No, I take my bike."
"All right, then I don't have to give you a parking pass.
Um, since you'll be up here most of the day, the dress code is business
casual, but if I transfer you to waitress, you'll have to wear a
uniform. It's, uh...kind of revealing. Will that be okay?"
"Nothing I haven't done before," Kasumi muttered. Odessa
grinned.
"Right, right. Well, I guess that settles things on the
business end. There's a fridge and a freezer in the break room for your
lunch, and we also have a water cooler and a television. Most employees
just go down to the dance floor for their lunch, which is fine. I'm
pretty lenient on breaks, but you know...don't abuse them or anything.
Any questions?" Kasumi blushed. She definitely had questions, far too
many to ask right now, but settled on something general.
"Um...so what's a typical day like here?"
"Not as crazy as you'd think!" Odessa laughed. "It's
actually pretty orderly for the most part. We're closed from 4:30 am to
4:30 pm, but we don't get any big crowds until 9:00 or so. Most of the
women behave themselves, and we have a strict three-drink limit so
nobody gets out of control. We don't allow any drugs or public sex-mmn,
that's what houses are for-and everyone is required to wear a top and a
bottom, unless it's Topless Tuesdays, of course." Kasumi's face flashed
in surprise, and Odessa grinned. "Yeah, exactly. That doesn't upset
you, I hope."
"Uh, no, I mean, it's just women, right?"
"Right. Absolutely no men allowed during business hours.
If we need an electrician or a plumber, I just schedule them to come in
before we open. Most people are cool with this, but there are some
assholes out there, so that's why we have Molly. Any other questions?"
"No, I don't think so. Uh, so when will I know if I have
the job?"
"I don't think you need to worry," Odessa assured her.
"It's just a matter of what your previous employers have to say. I
promise I'll call you once I get in touch with them."
"Thanks. Take care."
"You too!"
Whew. Kasumi breathed a sigh of relief as she walked
outside and retrieved her bike. That wasn't so hard.
-- Lauren Ofdensen, 22, 5'8" (1.72 m), no position-
As always, a crowd of women surged in to try their luck on
the field that afternoon, and as always, Leena judged them very
carefully. She could tell that most of them were amateurs like the
majority of her lineup, but they also lacked the heart and the willpower
that many in the team possessed. Only a few had the skills she was
hoping to find, but many of these were just selfish glory-hogs, people
that would disgust even Fausta. The handful that passed her most
pressing requirements, unfortunately, had schedules that would greatly
conflict with their training, so she was forced to let them go, hoping
they would return next year. Three hours was a long time to be beset by
disappointments, and when 5:00 approached, even Leena was about ready to
fall apart. The worst part was that her wife was not there to support
her; she was off securing a more stable job.
A striking young woman with long brunette hair and
dichromatic eyes approached her with a deliberate, studious pace,
smiling softly at the exhausted Coach. Leena perked up a little and
greeted her. The brunette then turned her focus to the field, where
several players were attempting to curry the Coach's favor. She watched
them carefully, tightening her mouth and tapping her fingers against her
hand.
"The one in red thinks of nothing but the moment," she
murmured softly. "She is focused like a blade, but she will cut down
those in her path. The one in blue jeans is afraid she will be
rejected, and focuses more on perfection than accomplishment. She is
trying too hard. I like the one with a baggy shirt. She is very
accomplished and knows exactly what she is doing. There is a happy hope
in her eyes that will not be crushed if you leave her out. If I were
you, Coach Leena, I would select her. As for the others, I believe you
have your own instincts to listen to." The soft smile returned, and the
mysterious woman bowed.
"Um...okay...well, I can see how right you are, but I'm not
sure how you could tell. Have you been playing sports that long?"
"No, not at all. It's more of a pastime for me. I don't
really have any talent for it. But reading people is not hard if you
look for the signs, and I've always had a particular gift. Look, see:
that one is destructive. She thinks only of herself. See how she darts
around pursuing the ball, thinking only of her fame? That one over
there is far too inattentive. She has many troubling thoughts. How
pitiful: I really only like one person here."
"Who are you?" Leena demanded. Blue and green eyes
sparkled.
"A friend of one of your players. When I learned of her
inclusion, I came here to witness the spectacle and offer my support.
I'm not very athletic, Coach Leena, but if you'd like, I can fill in as
the team psychologist. It's fine if you don't need me, of course-I just
thought I'd offer my services."
"And a valuable service it would be," she noted jovially,
thinking about Alice, Nadia, and Felicity. "You know, when I was
coaching the Stanton all-girls school, we had a few psychologists
helping the team out, and it seemed to work pretty well. I suppose you
could join the team-providing you give me your name."
"Arina Georgette Essylt. I prefer not to shake hands."
"I understand. Uh, so, you say you've played before,
right?"
"Yes, but not for long, and I wasn't particularly good."
"I'm just asking in case I need to use you as a reserve.
Let's see if we can't squeeze one more player in before the day's over.
Andre, front and center!"
Jennifer had been having so much fun that she forgot she was
being monitored. She jogged over breathlessly, glowing and beautiful,
not caring whether she made it or not. Unlike so many others who came
to try-outs, she didn't base her self-worth on inclusion or status, but
by how much love she invested in something, and how much fun she had
with others. Of course, when she heard that she had made the cut, she
was quite overjoyed, but only for all the right reasons. Arina smiled
at her; she liked Jen already.
But that was not quite the end. Right around 5:30, when
Leena dismissed everyone and started to pack up, a shadow fell over her
and she looked to see which latecomer had arrived. She wasn't in the
mood to judge anybody, and didn't exactly look forward to coming back
tomorrow for another tribulation. But the instant she saw who was
towering over her, standing still and quiet as a post, her face lit up
and she grinned.
"Well hello there! You must be Alice Hawthorne! Goodness,
you really are tall! Sit down, sit down, make yourself comfortable!"
"No thanks," murmured the giantess, "I won't be long. It
looks like you've had a busy day."
"Ugh, yeah, three hours of watching wannabe stars scurry
around fighting each other. I swear, I must've landed in one of those
awful reality shows. Did you just get here?" Alice shook her head, her
dyed-black hair shivering.
"Uh...to tell you the truth...I've sort of been watching
everything. I, uh, wanted to see what things were like."
"Oh? So what do you think?" Alice smiled feebly, hunching
over to make herself appear smaller. At 6'4" (1.93 meters), this was
hard for any woman to do, but Alice was a diagnosed schizophrenic; she
seemed destined to draw people's stares.
"It's nice."
"So would it be too forward of me to ask if you've come to a
decision yet?"
"No," she answered, shaking her head again. "I've
definitely made my choice." Leena was kind enough to wait for the
answer; she didn't want to put any more pressure on her delicate psyche.
Alice needed those few seconds of peace to finally come to terms with
her real desires.
I probably won't make any friends, or help win any games, or
do anything that's worth meriting. I doubt if I'll even be able to get
anything out of this. But if I want a cure...if I want to be normal
again...I have to try, don't I?
"Coach Leena," she announced in a firm voice, "I want to
join the Carnegie soccer team!"
The older woman smiled and shook her hand.
"Welcome aboard."
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