The Cheer Of Being Led Into A Trap
Following our afternoon practice, Jenna requests help to tidy up the terrain. No one but me volunteers. She greets my raised hand with an exaggerated sigh. Even if I could pass for her slightly younger – and meeker – sister in appearance, we’re far from close. She’s always been haughty with me, but then again, she is our captain. Perhaps it’s a part of her role.We put away all the equipment in silence. The field is empty, and only a few spectators linger in the stands. Our lively performance...