First Flight, Final Fall

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The story was really good and avoided bogging down. It was light and progressed steadily and really well.

Emma pours her whiskey and pineapple concoction into one of the travel mugs we use for transporting coffee to morning practice and claps a lid on top. “Me too.” The camp ends and the separation takes it’s natural course, leaving them both with a big part missing. And it wasn’t just Hallie. I didn’t let anyone in. Not my many friends, not my soccer teammates, not any of the boys I’d kiss under the bleachers.But I purposefully chose the photo of him on the field, not the shirtless one from the ‘Sexiest Athletes’ cover.” First thing I’ll do when we return from this shindig,” Emma replies, sending me a saccharine smile.

Wait, you did? Then why…” Jason’s voice trails off as I wander over to where Anne is standing a few feet away, leaving him with Emma and Cressida. They’re probably speculating about my mood. I know,” I admit. The allure of attending Scholenberg isn’t just the exclusivity or the prestige. The camp also provides an opportunity to play on the most famous field in the world: the home of FC Kluvberg. It’s not that big of a deal. I knew I would get in.” I down a third shot of gin. It’s the only liquor I’ll touch.That is not my fault. She was interested in Trey, and I made it happen. Anything that happened after is not on me.” My gaze stays fixed on the jagged line that runs a couple of feet from the corner of the kitchen. That probably shouldn’t be there, right? The four of us snagged this house sophomore year, so eager to escape dorm living we signed a lease for the first place we looked at, and then we were too lazy to explore other options for junior year. it’s just so bad, someone please agree with me. i don’t know what else to say. that was such a waste of time, and i don’t want to waste even more time writing a thought out review, so there y’all go. First flight, final fall” reminds me of “Kulti” by Mariana Zapata: The H is a famous german football player, H is training/a part of h work, h is not a part of the team and feels somewhat like an outsider and struggles with her family. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

You know it’s the most competitive soccer—or football, whatever—program in the world. You should be honored you were even considered. “What’s up, Nat?” I ask, keeping an eye on Anne in my peripheral vision to see if I can figure out which guy she was looking at before.