I feel like… everyone I know has been able to just jump into the big game. And I…” She trailed off, her hands turning to fists. “You’re not ready for the game,” Elle supplied. “Yeah. Maybe.” Julie licked her lips, voice reedy. “Or maybe I am. But I know most people joined the game when they were like, twelve, so it feels like the more time goes on, the more impossible it’ll be to even walk onto the court without everyone laughing at me.”
