Wait! Is that Courtney Crowder in the second row? With all of the drill team from school?
Maxzyne trains her eyes on the blonde troublemaker, watching the girls chatter together on their bench. She smiles to herself, imagining their surprise to see her in the show tonight. They’ll know it’s me, right? For once she’s in the spotlight and not her rival. She remembers the sketch that Courtney took from her earlier. Maxzyne wants to blame her, but her conscience pricks. I was just showing off. Trying to be cool, like her. Her thoughts drift. Maybe now they have something in common. Who knows? They might be friends someday.
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