***FLASHBACK***
***Eleven Years Ago***
It was like any other day.
A normal day walking home after netball practice.
Well, that’s what I had thought as I took a shortcut home through our local playground with my headphones shoved deep into my ears.
The sun was starting to descend, and I was in a rush to make it home in time for dinner, Mum was making her famous fish pie.
Netball practice had run a little late due to Martha Simon showing up late and pissing coach Kirsty off, which meant we all had to run laps around the court once training was done, and Martha lost her captain title.
What should have been a joyful moment when the captain title was passed on to me, wasn’t.
Martha was pissed and made it clear as day that she was going to deal with me later.
Unbeknownst to me, I had
