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By the ti, but I wasnow too I couldn’t see where I was going, and I tripped on the unforgiving asphalt

I barely registeredfrom behind me, and I definitely didn’t feel pain, at least not yet But I knew from years of sports’ injuries that adrenaline could mask the initial discoetting up, brushing away bits of rocks and gravel from my uniform, and fro part ofaroundwhite

It came in a flash, all at once, froht on top of , but I heardMy chest felt tight, and h the light that scorched my retinas

All I kneas that one hway, arguing with my dad about scholarships and boys, and the next htless and dizzy

Then

nothing

CHAPTER ONE

Day One

MY HEAD WAS POUNDING BUT NOT LIKE A HEADACHE More like soainst the paveet practice

That was it, I realized, pryingclearly, but after blinking several tiers into the ground beneath ravel and sand and asphalt at ered with so edmy hand to try to shield le,them to focus