“Look, I just came to tell you that there’s a job waiting for you when you graduate. Try out for the League but if you fail...” “I won't fail,” I snarled, my muscles tightening at the doubt in her voice. How could she say that? She'd always supported me. To even suggest I wouldn't make it onto the team this close to my try out caused a painful lump to rise in my throat. “We're not like her,” I pressed, trying my best not to shout. I didn't want a yelling match with my sister. And the look on her face told me she felt guilty as hell about it all anyway.
