VIOLET
The universe clearly had a twisted sense of humor.
There was literally no other explanation for why, out of the hundreds of student workers at Maplewood University, I was the one holding the master schedule for the annual Fall Charity Challenge. This event was a massive deal on campus—a week-long, high-stakes fundraising marathon where frat boys, track stars, and ice hockey players shed their hyper-competitive egos to compete in ridiculous field games, run food stalls, and build elaborate festival booths for local winter shelters.
"Alright, Violet," the head varsity coordinator barked, handing me a stack of laminated clipboards in the chaotic campus field house. "Since you already handle the compliance logs for the winter sports, you’re officially managing the hockey team's secti
