The gym smelled like rubber and hairspray, which was the specific combination that meant pep rally prep season had officially started.
Coach Ramirez had negotiated shared gym time with the pep squad for the week leading up to the championship send-off, which meant Thursday afternoons now looked like this: hockey gear piled against the bleachers, pep squad formations running drills on the far half of the floor, and me somewhere in the middle of it with my camera, trying to get usable shots for the yearbook's winter sports spread before everyone lost patience with me.
"Voss." Coach Ramirez waved me over from the free-throw line, clipboard under one arm. "Get some of the team stretching. Something that doesn't look like a hostage photo this time."
"The lighting was bad last time."
"Sure i
