But in that match, victory had been almost mine. I was leading on the scoreboard when she collapsed. So how the hell was Rosalind the only name on that list?
The locker room erupted in hushed debates as the other teammates noticed the glaring omission.
"Wait a minute," someone said. "Didn't their last match get interrupted? Since when does an unfinished game hand a national team spot to Rosalind?"
Another voice chimed in. "Skill-wise, she is mediocre, but at least Rosalind is not a backstabbing b***h like Clover."
"Exactly," someone agreed. "Clover is vindictive as hell. I would not put it past her to have caused Rosalind's accident last time."
My hands shook violently as I balled them into fists at my sides.
'Damn them all. Why did they always need to crush me just to get ahead?'
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