MERRIELYNN.
I shoved my gym bag into the locker with a force that echoed my frustration.
I’d been dropped from practice for the second time this week—what was wrong with me? I was trying, really trying, but my mind was a million miles away.
“I have better things to worry about,” I complained under my breath to no one in particular. “So forgive me if I dodged a ball too late or didn’t put my back into that stupid wrist throw!”
I slammed the locker door shut, ran my hand through my hair, and plopped down on the bench, alone in the locker room. I took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead, willing my heart to calm down.
The door soon creaked open, and I sighed, wishing for just a few more moments of solitude before the other girls flooded in. I stood up, ready to escape to the
