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THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

“But seriously… how are you so good at basketball? I mean, no
offense, but a girl like you seems like you’d be into cheerleading or

acting—like one of those shiny, stuck-up girls.”

“Um, no? I like basketball. I’ve always played. Sometimes I dream
of going pro, like Kobe Bryant.”

He mumbled under his breath, “You probably will. With skills like
yours…”

I pretended not to hear him. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly, brushing it off like he hadn’t said a

word.

We walked in silence for a bit, talking about basketball and random
stuff, until I finally changed the subject.

“Okay, this might sound weird, but… who’s your date to the

dance?”
He laughed and looked away. “Date? Uh... she’s in our class.”

“Our class?” I tilted my head.
“Yeah. She’s got curly black hair in a bun. She’s smart. Beautiful.”

I thought for a moment—there weren’t many girls in our class who
fit that exact description.

Before I could guess, he added, “Oh, and she’s Black.”

There was only one Black girl in our class.
“Are you talking about me?” I asked slowly.

He met my eyes and smiled. “Yeah.”
I stopped in my tracks. My jaw dropped. Caleb—of all people?

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