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AMARIA AVAIA HART MONDAY 2:30 PM
An unpleasant scowl is set on my face as I walk onto the blazing hot field. I fight the urge to curl up into a ball as another wave of cramps hit me. My hands fiddle with the strings of my headphone cord in an attempt to distract myself from the pain but to no avail. I feel my skin begin to tingle under the baggy gray sweat shorts I opted to wear instead of my usual Nike pros.
I see Tino, Mil, and Van leaning against the fence a few feet away from me and I sigh. I am not in the mood for any social interactions at the moment.
"Heyyy Mari." Mil cheeses when he notices me coming closer to them. I give him a small smile and walk past them. Ignoring the stares that burn into my back as I walk towards coach Mayah.
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SANTINO REYES
"The fuck was that about?" Mil muttered , feeling butt hurt that she brushed him off. I shrug my shoulders and my heart pangs as I watch her stumble towards her teammates. She shouldn't be at practice right now.
"She looks like she's in pain." I finally speak up, still not taking my eyes off of her. I watch her throw her bag on the ground and lay down with her arm over her eyes. I should go check on her.
I begin to make my way towards her, but the sound of my coach blowing his whistle pulls me out of my thoughts. I stop and let out a sigh. I turwalk towards the huddle forming around him. I'll just have to check on her after practice.
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