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Wait a minute. He actually sounds impressed.
“Really?”
They both sound impressed.
“Petrolas said she might surprise us, but I’m not sure, Lenny,”
Coach Z says. “We still don’t know what she will do under the pressure
of competition.”
I almost reveal my presence by shouting, I live for competition!
But I don’t think getting in the middle of this conversation is going
to help my cause.
“Z, if you’re not convinced then give her a trial slot on the team.
Let her show us what she can really do in a race when no one zaps
her laces together.”
There is a long, painful silence. I can picture Coach Z sitting
there thinking, rubbing his big potbelly while he decides whether
or not I’m worth a shot.
I am holding my breath. If he doesn’t answer soon I’ll probably
pass out, and then they’ll find me in a heap outside their door.
“All right,” he finally says and I suck in oxygen. “She can train
with the team and she’ll run in our first meet. If she doesn’t place
in the top three then she’s out. That fair?”
Fair? Insanely! Because even though everyone else may have
godly powers, I haven’t placed lower than second in . . . well, ever.
“Great,” Coach Lenny says, sounding very happy. “Let’s go
announce the team.”
I turn and take off at a dead run for the locker room. I am just taking
my place in the back corner of the room when the coaches walk
in. It is a major struggle not to break into a massive grin. Adara glares
at me from across the room, but I can’t even muster a scowl.
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