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d came down, and
three. A massacre. The kind of bout that made people whisper about the fut
otten, pulled off his mask. His face was red. Sweat dripped f
ut," he
st looked at him, head tilted
it?"
was still clapping. Some of them were laughing. A few parents glared at me, but I didn't care
e gym floor. Brian, the captain, gave me a tight nod. He was decent. Not great. He knew
I wasn't there
there
man, bald, with the kind of deep voice that made you want to sit up straight. He'd
on," h
oa
e muffled behind us. He had that look on his face. The one I'd seen a few times before. Disap
said. "He's fifteen. It's h
d. "Not m
walked onto the strip.
uldn't have
encer I've ever coached. You know that. But you're also the most
laughed. "It hasn't
ill smiling. Teachers always said stuff like that. They acted like being the best wasn't enough. Like you needed
stares from my teammates, and walked out into the
t money on the counter fo
second. Then I shoved the phon
-
s empty when
e was sleeping. I couldn't remember the last time we'd had a real conversation, the kind
go to Westbrook. Driven me to practices when she was so tired she could barely keep her ey
was here. She was the
hing. And I inten
e TV flickered on. Some basketball games. I didn't care. I stared at the screen, but I wasn't really w
at's going
to be untouchable. To walk onto the strip and know, absolutely, that you were goi
ust because some washed-up coa
-
up to an email from the s
third time. Then I threw
cracked. I
ltiple complaints" about my conduct. It said I was being placed on probation pending a rev
he best fence
shoes and ran
oring the stares, and burst into Coach Hensley's office without knocking. He was sitting at his
own, C
the cracked screen still displaying the
the screen, and set it down
do anyth
their fencer after the bout. They said you refused to sha
se it
ust looked at me. That same look. Disap
"I'll go to the review. I'll tell th
chair. "I've been asked to submit a recommendatio
"What history? I hav
our mask at a referee. This year, you've received three warnings for unspor
re all ju
at me. "
wo years ago had been cheating. The referee last year had been biased. The warnings this year h
d. "That's what this is. They can't stand that s
said, "You're not being punished for being the be
hit me li
sed that gift to make people feel small. To humiliate them. To show the world that you're better t
urning. I didn't know if I wanted to hit him or run aw
" he said. "I don't want to see you thrown out
ything. I turne
-
couldn't be alone with the email and the look on Coach Hensl
y. The air smelled like grass and car exhaust. I sat on the curb and
had broken Marc
ored that last touch, when he'd smiled and reached out his hand like he'd already won the whole thing, someth
maybe they were right. Maybe I had. Maybe that's who I was. Someone who c
ue
ed through my contacts, past Mom, past the few numbers I'd saved
scrolling through a school database and your eye catches on something. Darius Reed.
been the bes
I just needed to hear someone's voice who understood what it felt like
Then a voice. Calm. Qu
el
I didn't know what to say. I did
zed a moment
. Come to Northwoo
sing now. The sky was turning orange and pink. Somewher
everything I
the dust off my jean
orthwood was. But I w
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