Dionne
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and made my way to Violet’s locker where I had been told she was at. The hallway was buzzing louder than usual, like someone had cranked the volume up on the entire school so I hoped I'd get answers from her before noticing a big poster plastered on the bulletin board near the main entrance, titled, “SPRING INVITATIONAL SPORTS TOURNAMENT.”
It was written in bright, bold letters, accompanied by images of footballs, basketballs, and other sports equipment. I wasted no time to nudge Violet as she shuffled through her textbooks asking.
“Hey, why’s everyone acting like the world’s ending? What’s so special about this tournament?” I said as I moved my fingers around the posters.
Violet looked up, a faint smile appearing on her lips. “Oh, that’s
