084TIME FOR HIMAURORA While I'm panicking and blaming Kenzie for doing what she's just done, someone knocks on the door. That has to be Coach. I smooth down my shirt, taking a deep breath to steady my pulse before calling out, "It's open, Coach!" The door pushes inward, and Coach Sarah steps into the room. She’s wearing her standard team windbreaker, her clipboard tucked under one arm, hair pulled back in a tight, non-nonsense bun. Her sharp eyes sweep the small room, taking in Kenzie sitting on her bed before settling heavily on me. "You must be her roommate, Kenzie," Coach acknowledges with a brief nod. "I'm famous, yay," Kenzie grins before quickly slipping off her bed and grabbing her hoodie from the chair. "I'll give you guys some privacy. Good luck, Aurora." She shoots me a quick, surprisingly supportive look before ducking out the door, letting it latch shut behind her. Coach Sarah doesn't waste time. She pulls up the desk chair, turning it around to sit with her arms
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