Penelope's pov
You can tell the exact moment when I realized I'd dug myself into another hole. Because that's just what I do. I sink myself into the deepest hole imaginable. Like some suicidal thrill seeker. The only thrills I'm seeking are not the kind that'll get me kill. It must be my talent. To let my mouth put me into trouble.
We have to practice even harder.
Because the tournament has been bumped up, to happen during the second semester, our gym teacher insisted we started practicing now. Which meant I would be selecting my teammates, and we would have to carry the whole game on our shoulders. Important elites will be there to witness the event. So yeah, no pressure at all.
I sucked in, my lungs felt tight and queasy. My arms took on the formation, and the weapon felt a little
