The Banquet
If there was one thing I hated more than anonymous messages, it was formal events. Unfortunately, Blackwater’s annual Sports Banquet combined everything I disliked into one night. Crowds and Attention. And being forced to dress up. A nightmare. I stood in front of my mirror for what felt like the hundredth time, staring at the dark blue dress hanging against my frame. Kiara sat cross-legged on my bed watching me suffer. “You know normal people don’t stare at themselves like they’re preparing for battle.” “I am preparing for battle.” “It’s a banquet.” “Exactly.” She laughed. I didn’t. Because this was serious. The banquet wasn’t just some random school event. Every athlete would be there. Every coach. Every parent. And unfortunately… Jace. The thought alone made my stoma
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