QUINN
“I think you all have an excellent grasp on all this,” Mr. Ganbar said happily during our lunchtime wrestling match score training. I just stared at him, bemused. Three practices, and I felt no closer to understanding this than when I walked in. “How many of you can stay after school tomorrow? The team will be doing some matches, which will be a great practice.”
There were some murmurs among the group. I didn’t have anything going on in particular, so I could stay.
“Fantastic. That means we can go over penalties next week, and you will all be ready for the first tournament of the year the following weekend!”
Tay raised her hand. “Does that mean we’ll be with the others who already know how to do this?” she asked.
“Right now, one has signed up to go, so we’ll see about more. This
