Aria.
The field was buzzing with energy, voices crashing into one another like waves. The stands shook with stomps and chants as students waved handmade posters in the air.
Maya had somehow gotten her hands on a foam finger, waving it proudly as she screamed, “Go Ravens! Wooo, yes!” Her voice nearly cracked, but she didn’t care, bouncing like she had all the energy in the world.
Beside her, Lila covered her ears with a wince. “Do you have to be that loud?”
“Yes!” Maya shouted back, completely unapologetic. “It’s called school spirit, Lila. Try it sometime.”
I smiled faintly, though my chest was thudding for a very different reason. The game was chaos, men running, tackling, piling into each other, the crowd roaring at every whistle. I had never been to a game this big before.
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