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The last bell rang like a soft exhale, vibrating through the hallways and marking the end of another long Tuesday.
Most of the students poured out the building in a rush, their sneakers slapping against the tiles with that signature midweek exhaustion—textbooks under their arms, earbuds in, laughter echoing as they peeled off toward home, part-time jobs, or after-school snacks.
But for me… today didn’t feel like an ending.
It felt like an opening.
We didn’t have official practice—Tuesdays were reserved for the boys’ team. Helmets, shoulder pads, and deep voices calling out audibles would dominate the field by late afternoon. But something about letting the day slip by without setting foot on the turf felt wrong. Like if I didn’t hold onto this rhythm—this fragile, growing momen
