Sydney
“A misunderstanding during practice.” That was what they tagged it.
And it seemed everyone went with that. Because walking through the doors the next day felt normal.
Almost.
The hallways were crowded and noisy as usual with chattering kids, loud locker bangs, and laughter bouncing off the walls like just another Friday morning.
The floors were already messy too, like the janitor had simply given up halfway through his shift.
A few whispers reached my ears—one girl asked another if I was born this way or if I just ate too much. And then I heard my name from some other group.
But I didn’t wait to hear what else they had to say.
Still, even with the buzz threatening to burst my eardrums, something felt missing.
The basketball team.
My eyes drifted towards Micheal’s locker a
