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in and stole the ball from Jamie.
    Mirabelle got the ball from her and kicked it to me. I charged down the field, my heart pounding. I had a clear shot at the goal, but I needed to get closer. Then, out of nowhere, I felt something push into my side.
    I stumbled and lost control of the ball. I expected to see someone from Jessi’s team—but it was Jamie!
    Jamie caught up to the ball and took it to the goal. She shot it right past the goalie into the net.
    I felt a wave of anger rise up inside me, and I looked at the coach. My own teammate had just pushed me and stolen the ball. That wasn’t how the game was played. Hadn’t Coach Darby seen what Jamie had done? But the coach was beaming.
    â€œNice hustle, Jamie!” she called out.
    I couldn’t believe how unfair that was. After we reset the ball at midfield, I was so focused on being angry with Jamie that I didn’t even notice a forward from the other team whiz past me.
    â€œLook alive, Devin!” Coach Darby barked, and I sprang into action.
    I got control of the ball a few more times during the scrimmage, but I managed to score only once. If I saw Jamie was free, I’d pass it to her, because that’s how teamwork is supposed to work. But Jamie took the ball away from me two more times! And besides Mirabelle, none of the other midfielders passed me the ball. They all kept trying to score goals—probably to impress the coach, I guessed.
    Coach Darby blew a whistle at the end of the scrimmage. Our team had won, thanks to three goals by Jamie. Coach had us line up again.
    â€œI saw some fearless players out there,” she said. “Jamie, Kelly, Stephanie, and Sasha, you four really impressed me. The rest of you need to give me more.”
    I was sweating. I could feel every muscle in my body. What more did she want me to give her?
    We did some basic drills for the rest of practice, and then lined up to get our uniforms—which were pink, white, and blue, just like Coach’s T-shirt. After Coach dismissed us, Jessi and I walked toward the parking lot.
    â€œWhat was Jamie doing out there?” Jessi asked. “You saw her elbow me, right? And I saw her keep stealing the ball from you.”
    â€œI know,” I said. “Unbelievable. And even more unbelievable is that Coach Darby didn’t notice.”
    â€œMaybe she did, and she doesn’t care,” Jessi said. “I’ve heard some coaches are like that. All those girls she called out were really aggressive on the field.”
    I sighed. “I guess I can forget about playing forward on this team. I’ll be lucky if she even starts me. I can play hard, but I’m not ever going to get that aggressive.”
    Then we heard a voice behind us.
    â€œYou’re good, Devin. Just keep doing what you do, and it will work out.”
    We turned to see Mirabelle there.
    â€œThanks,” I said. “But I’m not so sure that it will work out.”
    â€œThat’s what I thought when I transferred to Pinewood,” Mirabelle said. “There are a lot of strong players on that team, and a lot of girls better than me. But I didn’t let that stop me. It just made me work harder.”
    And then she walked off.
    â€œIs it just me, or is she getting nicer?” Jessi asked.
    I nodded. “Not warm and fuzzy, but definitely nicer,” I said. “Too bad we can’t say the same about Jamie.”
    â€œYou mean Jamie, star forward of the Gilmore Griffons?” Jessi asked, her voice full of sarcasm.
    â€œYes, that Jamie,” I said with a sigh.
    Then the Marshmallow pulled up, and Jessi and I climbed in.
    â€œHow’d it go?” Mom asked.
    â€œGood,” I said, but inside I wasn’t so sure. In fact, I was starting to wonder if joining the winter league had been such a good idea!

“All right, girls, listen up,” Coach Darby said at practice Thursday afternoon. “We’re going to split up for