Dionne
I couldn’t believe this. Damn it, how did time fly this fast? The Spring Invitational was about to start at 11:30, and here I was, still standing around, distracted. My teammates and I had been talking for way too long, caught up in discussions about the game, the crowd, our relationships—literally everything—which made us forget about practice.
I quickly turned to Zara, who was still chatting with her friends, reminding her. “Hey, Zara, do you realize we haven't even practiced yet?”
She looked at her watch, her eyes widening. “Oh my God, we need to change into our costumes like, right now.”
I followed them, feeling the panic rise in my chest. “Wait, what about practice?” I called out, my voice sounding a little desperate.
One of Zara’s friends, Kayla, turned around and shook
