The Unseen Blade

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just moved. Side to side. Back and forth. Al

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my breathing, my temper, my impulse to lunge without thinking. And n

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than me. Still faster. Still smarter. But I was keeping

hard but smiling. "That was good

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till rely on speed instead of strategy. You scored because I allowed you

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, foil in hand, chest heavin

o practice th

ded to study. Because I had better things to do than waste

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my bed. I stared at the wal

hat he couldn't stand seeing someone with real talent, real potential, real gr

othing

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walked into the gym

us wasn'

hair and a face that looked like it had seen too many disappointments. He was st

be Jackson

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rrison. Your counselor. The other

ened. "What

ego the size of Texas." Miller smiled, but it didn't reach his ey

hat to say. So

You show up to practice. You follow my rules. You respect your teammates. And you keep

want to be par

why you're not fulfilling your extracurricular re

eed this team. I didn't need anyone. But I remembe

said. "I'l

s. "Practice starts in ten minutes. Yo

e bleachers

was twelve and a boy who moved like he was afraid of his own shadow.

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each other when they failed. They celebrated when they succeeded. They

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mpeted together. But we didn't care about each other. We cared a

cared about

eak. It was everything I'

d

tirred in my chest. Something I didn't

gave me a nod and followed them. I stayed o

e sat down

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ger. She had her tablet in he

ay," I

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a nice

something on her tablet. "You know, for someone who thinks he's the b

lare. "What's your

with you. I have a pro

a problem with

ying to make people hate you." She looked up.

re what peo

so terrified of being judged that you've decided to be the judge first. To make peopl

king. I didn't know if I wanted to

me?" I said. "You don't

you're

not s

g here alone instead of

have an

. Who was told he was better than everyone else. Who believed it? And now that he's not the be

away. I did

nt home and foun

n her hands, tears streaming down her fac

hat hap

Her eyes were red. He

my job,"

ike a punch to the

s. They said it's nothing personal. They said they're sorry."

at to do. My mom had worked at that hospital for twelve years. She'

e going to

savings. It'll last a few months. But after tha

what ca

o drop out of school. I'd have to get a job. I'd have

"I'll get a job. I'll

should be focused on

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he air between us.

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. I'd thought I was untouchable.

s wr

to the gym and told Coach Mil

he dark circles under my eyes.

You're not going to be the star here. You're going to be

derst

eck. You're going to have to respect your teamm

derst

t for a moment.

id. "Let's see w

pulled down a foil. I

I saw L

th a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He was tall. Blond. Perfect.

id. "The one from Westbrook. Th

are. I took a breat

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nd deliberate. "Everyone knows who you are. The qu

bet

dened. "We'll

d down a foil, and stepped o

ler said. "Jackson versus Van

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