Chapter 5
One down, eight to go is my mantra all week long. I chant it so often in my head that once, when Tory’s camera is trained on me, it pops out of my mouth.
“What?” she says and switches off the recording.
“She’s killing off all the team members,” Ryan says. “She started with Ben.”
Who is actually at wrestling practice.
“And I thank her,” Ryan continues as if I’m not even in the room. “As long as she leaves me a few of the P&P girls.”
This is what he calls all the girls doing prose or poetry—and really, that’s just me, Savannah, and Kaitlin. Which of the two does he like? They both like him. They’re also best friends. This could get messy, in a reality TV show kind of way.
I practice all week, but I don’t put much heart—or worry—into it. I’m convinced the next tournament will
