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The Bridge from Me to You
by
Lisa Schroeder
For Laura and Sarah,
my Texas forever friends
Part 1
“If you were born without wings, do nothing
to prevent them from growing.”
— COCO CHANEL
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Lauren
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Colby
It’s be
This is our last chance.
Our last chance to bring home a high school championship.
I look at my best friend standing across from me, sweat glistening on his muscular black arms, and I know for him, we have to win. Taking state may be the only chance he has at catching a scout’s eye.
It’s been a lot easier for me. How can he not hate me for that?
“You’re so good, you don’t even need to go to practice, do you?” Be
It’s like he can read my mind. Maybe that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends for what feels like forever.
“You know if there was any way I could skip out on two-a-days, I definitely would,” I say as I take a couple of steps to make the catch.
“Drink lots of water tonight,” he says. “Gotta stay hydrated, man.”
I throw the ball back. “Aw, isn’t that sweet. Big ol’ Be
He walks toward me, half a grin on his face. “Just don’t want you passing out. Remember that one time last year when about half the team went down? That was crazy.”
“Yeah, I think it was about a hundred and ten degrees that day.” I hold out my arms and look up at the clear summer sky. Weather-wise, this is about as perfect as it gets in Willow, Oregon. Not too hot, a light breeze now and then, and no rain for days. “It’ll be all right tomorrow. I got a good feeling.”
“Well, that makes one of us.”
We walk up to the front steps of my house and take a seat. “What are you worried about?” I ask. “You got that guard
spot cinched.”
“I’ll tell you what I’m worried about. Two words: Coach Sperry.”
“I think his bark is worse than his bite. Especially right now. He’s just trying to show us who’s boss. You know, establish an order.”
“What other order is there? He’s the coach and we’re the players. The end. We know where we stand. He’s got an amazing team that almost made it to the championships last year. He doesn’t need to do much except keep us on track. Let us do what we’re good at.”
“Colby,” Gram calls. “Di
“You staying?” I ask Be
He hands me the football. “Can’t. Ma’s expecting me home. Making my favorite tonight. Ribs and mashed potatoes.”
“Jesus. You make it sound like it’s your last meal or something.”
“We got a new coach, man. Who knows what’s go
“Well, aren’t you Little Miss Sunshine.” He shrugs, and I slap him on the back. “It’s go
“Yeah. Ma always says when life hands you lemons, you gotta try your best to make lemonade. Nothing’s ever perfect. There’s always go
“Be
He waves as he walks toward his motorcycle. “Right. See you tomorrow. Bright and early!”
“Yep. You can count on that!”
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Lauren