Blindside Beauty
“This isn’t football. This is a pity party. You want to prove the world wrong? Then act like the team I know you are!”
Heather stood, her face flushed. “She’s right. We’re letting them win. Screw the noise. Screw Sierra. We play for each other. Period.”
Alexandra looked up, her voice raw. “I’m tired. Tired of the threats, the lies… I just want to play.”
Jeremy met her gaze. “Me too. So let’s play. For us.”
The team huddled, hands stacked, voices rising. “Cannibals on three. One, two, three-CANNIBALS!”
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